Did you watch the closing ceremonies of the Olympics? Neither did I. If I’d stayed up for the full hockey game (ended up going back to bed and taping it) I could’ve watched it live in the morning. But I just couldn’t care tonight.
I tried to write. Maybe got two pages down. The idea is there, and I’ve sketched out the synopsis of the scene. It’s got humor and a moment for it to get more serious, a true bonding moment for two of the characters. I can hear them talking in my head, but so far, it’s fluff. I don’t know if they’re avoiding the moment, or I am.
I’m tapping into my past again for this scene. It takes place in a Dublin hostel, and what is to be their last hurrah after university (and before real life begins), only to get interrupted with potentially dire family news. But as this is a story I can control, it’ll have a happier outcome. The point is to solidify their bond. It did the same for me.
Anyway. That’s all I’ve got to say on that.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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