All of the family drama (good drama) the last three weeks has made it hard to focus on my Work In Progress. That’s why yesterday was such a relief. Mer left around lunchtime for a well-deserved week at the beach with her dad. I fired up the computer and dove back into the novel. It was like diving into a deep, dark lake – scary, cold, and exciting.
It took until mid-afternoon to refamiliarize myself with all the threads of the story. That’s one of the things about novels that I find hard – holding on to all the different bits of info about characters, the order in which motivation unfolds, etc. By dinner, it was all familiar and I set about adding to the word count. Went to bed at 11 satisfied.
Today and tomorrow are writer’s dream days – just me and my characters, alone and ready to work. I have absurdly high word count goals. I have to take Thursday and Friday off, and two days next week are set aside for family things, too. Once I get to the end of the month, the family drama meter will be set back on High as I get ready to move and totally change my life. So if I have any hope of meeting my deadline, I had better set and meet absurdly high word counts on days like this.
To be honest, I’m pretty stoked. I like a challenge.
I have to make the coffee. I leave you with these pictures of my back porch kitties. I think they may have moved on already. Didn’t see them yesterday. Tempus fugit
The pack at rest.