Sometimes I wish I wouldn't do that

[desperance]

So I've been poking gently at something new in my evenings, we might call it a Secret Project except that too many people know about it already. It is slow and difficult and I do not think I am doing it well, but hey. First drafts are for fixing.

First drafts are for finishing.

Which isn't an issue yet, as I've barely started; but I came back to it just now and found where I'd left off last time:

All he wanted was to sit for a while and watch, while his eyes came back online and hopefully the

Um. Hopefully the what? Would do what? What was I thinking? And, more to the point, what was I thinking? I can't believe I did this to myself. When I was a babywriter, I remember reading that Graham Greene would write two hundred words for the day and then stop, in the middle of a sentence if that's where he was; I remember being gobstruck by the very notion. And then later I remember reading it as advice, "stop in the middle of a sentence so that next day you can get started without pain, because you know just what those first words need to be." Perhaps that's what I was thinking? In which case, hah. Because I don't. I haven't a notion.

'Scuse me while I reinvent.