Expression

So, I managed to get something down. I was stretched out on my bed scribbling into my notepad for a while before getting up and walking over to the computer. It seems to work well that way. It's funny, no matter what I'm writing, I'll always stop for a moment and roll my lovely fountain pen between my finger and thumb, feeling the ink rock around inside it.

And then, of course, it flows onto the page. Seems so strange that something so formless in one instant could have so much meaning the next!

A hard character, I think. Or perhaps not. Perhaps the hard character is the second voice? It needs another draft, at least. I don't have time now, maybe tomorrow.

Writing internal monologue always makes me wordy.