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Today was a non-writing day.  I’ve been feeling guilty when Chris comes home and asks me what I did during the day and all I say is I did some writing. 

I mean, he hasn’t said anything.  He hasn’t complained.  And every night, he encourages me to write, either on my daily pages or on one of my stories.  So, I’m actually pretty lucky and maybe even using the guilt as an excuse not to write. 

Even though I did some writing on Wednesday, I was sort of disappointed to see that when I printed it out, it was barely two pages. But I guess Rome wasn’t built in a day.