Ten pages.
My new book is ten pages long, as of today. Right on the MONEY. Whew. And it wasn’t that hard, guys. I just did it. The power of an outline. A scene I outlined MONTHS ago…but it stuck in my head just as fresh as when I wrote it back then. It was living in my unconscious this whole time, ready to be written because I’d plotted it out.
I LOVE MY OUTLINE.
I remembered how much I love writing today. Goddamn. I mean the actual WRITING. Not all the plot construction, or the research, or the editing, or the characterization…I love all that stuff, too. I do. But what I really love, what pushed me into writing books in the first place, was the pure writing itself. I get lost in it so easily when all the other work has been done first. It literally feels like it’s living inside me, just waiting to be written. And when I get into my chair and actually start typing, it’s like stepping into a river that’s already flowing, and I just get to float.
It’s time for bed. I didn’t get up on time this morning because my night’s sleep was a little rough. Not terrible, and I still got up early enough to get in the writing I knew I needed to before going over to Arg and KBear’s for 4th of July hamburgers and conversation.
So damn happy with myself right now. I sprinkled in the extra bits of writing here and there as I needed to. THAT’S the ticket right there to keeping this crazy schedule I’ve set out for myself: to be flexible. To plan ahead and set myself up for success each and every day.
Well…my headphones are charged, I’m going to plug in my iPad, take a look at the scene I’m starting with tomorrow morning, and then go to sleep. I took my allergy meds earlier. I have a thinner blanket to sleep under when I get warm.
I’m ready to write this fucking book. Let’s GO.