Malevolent Forces Suspected in the Disappearance of Report
by V Rose Dahrke
It’s gone. It’s just gone. That little bit of work that took me so damn long is gone.
It was only three pages, really, and I know that doesn’t seem like a great deal, but it was. It really, truly was. This past summer I was really humming along, writing-wise; I was doing at least 500 words a night, close to a grand if I had a draft of the particular portion I was working on done already, and fifteen hundred and up if I had both a draft and a bottle of rum. I was still doing relatively well during the fall, but around December my motivation started to trail off. I’ve been stuck at 235 pages for a very long time now. Those three pages were the most I had done in a single night in probably two months.
I suppose I’ll tell you more about…well, everything, tomorrow. I can only really write at night, and it would seem that I have a bit of work to do. Sitting around sighing won’t do me much good.