Day 8 - Slogging Boots, Murder and A Lot of Words

So today I spent a great deal of time behind my keyboard. I knew that getting to and past this point would be rough. It is. My words aren't coming as fast anymore. I seem to have to put in more time to get as many words.

***WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT*** (it's really not that bad. Simon doesn't even say "f%#k" once. Oooh, can I say that here?)

Here's my favorite section of the day:

“Mr. Brinkley’s office, how may I-”
“Get me on the phone with Brinkley, now.” I forced myself to be calm.
“I-I am sorry, s-sir, but Mr. Brinkley is in a meeting-”
“I do not give a shit if he is visiting his dying mother, put that slimy asshole on the phone, now.”
“S-s-sir, I can not just barge in on-”
I started to lose my cool, “Listen to me you cum guzzling gutter slut. I need to talk to Brinkley this second or I will come down there and rip your pussy lips off!”
“Simon?” It was Brinkley.
“Brinkley. I am apparently being sued.”

This is starting to get serious...

So the slogging boots paid off today (that and the fact that I don't have a life).

Today's word count: 5010 (that's almost 5 hours of writing)
Overall word count: 19886