I wrote the least last night (had to catch up on my comics, both reading them and writing them), but I ended up picking a couple sentences strewn together.  I know that’s cheating…shut up. 

11/07/07:

Words Written:  388

Best Sentence(s):  I wish I could explain what it feels like to be me.  Have you ever tried walking on the sun and found that you not only could, but that it made you even stronger?  It is as if the heat and flames seep through your skin and power you up like a nuke, radiating off of you in waves of pure power.  That is what it feels like to be me.  Everyday, all the time.  Walking around like a god.  You can’t ever understand what it’s like to be me, because you can’t even imagine that, can you?

Okay.  I get through these nights of “writing” knowing that most of these “best” sentences will not make it to the final draft, and also in realizing that it has definitely gotten my brain sparking in a new way.  Plotting ideas/concepts (my worst writing enemy) have definitely been firing off more frequently in my brain the last few days, so while the sentences remain crappy, at least the ideas are starting to flow.  There is hope!