I didn't write yesterday, and I got behind in my word count but I'm all caught up today. I'm on chapter 5, and it's taking longer to write than expected. I'll probably at least another on it. This may mean chapter 6 may take three days to write as well.

I'm trying not to be too rigid about chapter length. I'm getting into the heart of my story, so it makes sense that these next chapters are going to be longer because more of the story is unfolding.

My story is so far 34.5 pages single spaced. I'm aiming for 120 -125 pages.

Don't know why, but I've been thinking about books recommended to be my past loves.

M - first love, wanted me to read "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison, said it really changed his life.
J - poet, wanted me to read Dylan Thomas.
B - first guy who was a total best friend and love interest, recommended "A Prayer for Owen Meany", any Dickens and "Moby Dick".
J - the ex-husband, recommended Will Durant the historian, Sri Aurobindo, Plotinus, and Marcus Aurelius.

So I signed up for Film History, because I was talking a guy friend of mine last night and he said it would be a good class to meet guys. My guy friend is always bugging me about dating, and trying to get me to go back to online dating. He says I'll never meet anyone if I don't put myself out there.

So after arguing about online dating, we compromised and I said I would take the film history class.

Well now I'm freaked out. The last time the birdies tried to talk to me, I got into a car accident a week later. Those darn robins were knocking on office window daily, like they were trying to tell me something or warn me.

And now this little greenish brown birdie was doing the same thing on Saturday. I don't like it.