Burnt myself to a crisp today. Not in a sunburn or oven kind of way. In the “my mind is fried because I wrote so much” way.
I wrote 3,000 words. More than that, actually, almost 3,500 I think. It waaas shy of 4,000 words, which was my goal, but damn. I’ve written more in the past two days than I ever have. Ever. And, I am pretty wiped out. There may be some day in the not-to-distant future where I can do that many words three days in a row, but that day is not tomorrow.
Tomorrow…for the first time in I can’t remember how long…I’m taking a day off that I actually have earned. It’s going to be glorious and sweet…and I will still write for one session, churn out a few hundred more words, but otherwise, I’m off. SWEET BABY JESUS I’M OFF.
I might go play golf.
Or just sleep.
But, right now, I feel wonderfully fried. Content. Exhausted.
I fear this fucking book is going to be 150,000 words…and I also fear there’s still an entire section that I’m going to rip out and re-do…but I did have an idea about that tonight in the shower (I have all my best ideas in the shower!), and I think I love it. It’s a MIND TRIP…but I think I love it. And, I can make sure I condense it down, too, reduce the word count.
And the GOOD news is, if I do that, it’s really only changing about 1/4 of the book this time, instead of 75% of it, which was the case the last time I “finished” this fucker.
BUT…I’m not going down that rabbit hole yet. I’m going to finish what I set out to finish, and then I’ll step back and evaluate. But, you heard it here first, I think I’m going to go with this new idea. Half of it is an idea I had a while back and I keep returning to…and this new half just makes it all work perfectly.
Warriors won. A’s won. I did my writing. Life is beautiful.
Now…sleep. g’night!