Writing is an amazing thing. It's full of order and chaos, planning and going with the flow, things you know and things you research.
I'm part of this bootcamp with dedicated writers who are glad for a place to hold them accountable, just like I'm glad.
It's ten pm and I haven't written any words. That will never do.
I fix myself a snack:
I'm set. I put on the pandora.com and listen. Currently my WIP is being fueled by a Katie Costello station I've created. I added in Big Head Todd and the Monsters and viola. Ingrid Micheals appears frequently as well as Dave Matthews.
My fingers start to fly across the keyboard. Pandora is keeping my internal editor at bay. I stop at midnight exactly. I've just written 1294 words. Yay - a word count for one more day!
Now I'm going to continue on and I'll have a word count for tomorrow. Wait, what's that smell? Wow, deja vu, I had that thought earlier. What is that? Smells like it might be... Is it?
Yes, gas. I didn't turn the stove off properly after popping the corn and for the last two hours gas has been leaking into the house. Now to open doors and windows, here, alone, hopefully not pass out while doing so.
I ended up on the back porch for a half an hour talking to my daughter on the cell phone. She's a night owl. Wonder where she got that?
I'm okay. The gas is long gone. But there's a next day to this story.
We'll continue this saga next Friday.
Meanwhile: bootcamp update - I'm in second place for the chocolate. I wrote 6 days out of 7 this week. My wip is currently 48,493 words long.
Everyone else is doing well, too. And we are having fun sprinting!
What are ya'll up to?