Fresh Cut Grass
He recognized the smell of fresh-cut grass. It came to him; those shit-ass blockers let him get taken down. Then he sunk into a chill twilight again. The next time he came to, the prickle of the coppery blood.
When Your Child Has 101 Missing Assignments
At the same time, her daughter Abby started virtual learning. A super-smart girl, my niece figured out she could hit “submit” for an assignment without attaching any work, and her mom would never know.
Word Count, Schmerd Count
I suggest, instead of chasing the daily word count, try to find one little teensy bit of truth in your writing. Maybe you realized something about your genre. Maybe you found out something new about your Main Character.