I have to say that I’m particularly proud of myself today. The writing very nearly went off the rails. I could have swallowed a big fat zero because of some poor planning on my part, fatigue, and a ton of stuff that was outside of my control. My rhythm was all kinds of messed up. And yet…
AND YET…I ended up writing like 18 pages. Granted, two of those pages were a section and chapter heading, but you know what??? THEY COUNT.
I’m into the real meat of the story. Idri is on the team. We just jumped into enemy territory. The game is AFOOT. I’m so very much looking forward to writing what comes next. It’s exciting. Shit goes wrong. Shit goes right. Hard decisions and sacrifices are made!
Yeah. Damn proud of myself. Even getting into bed on time despite helping Liz with an audition pretty late (she rocked it, of course). AND I got some time in on weeding the front yard. That is particularly satisfying work for me, I have to say. It’s simple, mindless work that I get to kind of tune out, and yet still make progress on something. Like, it’s so easy to SEE that progress. It’s the same reason I love drafting; the progress is so clear.
Good day. Tomorrow will be another challenge, but I think I’m up for it. Wish me luck! Night night.