Words written: 600.
Weird excuse: I could have written more, but the protagonist just ate something disagreeable in the current scene. I stopped writing when I realized my descriptions were about to make me hurl (note - I'm in the end stage of recovering from a nasty stomach virus) (further note - nasty stomach virus - as if there were any other kind). Yes, I am willing to puke for my art, but I decided to give my innards another day's rest. If I have to vomit to get through the scene tomorrow, so be it. Time to watch Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter (no, I'm not making that up).
Yark, out
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