“What’s that noise?” Evan asked, turning his head to try to locate the source of the sound. “We’re in the park,” Carla reminded him. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
I set myself a goal last year. A goal of typing a minimum of 300 words a day, every day, for a year. Most of the days, I'd sit there and stare at the blank page, telling myself, "It's only 300 words, it’s fine..."