On January 1st I was watching my cursor blink and thinking, I cannot do this. I was mad at the characters because they're great, but they just weren't doing what I felt like they needed to do.
I was able to corral them and make them act like functioning characters Friday night. Unfortunately, they didn't play nice and they let me whole a scene that actually comes later in the book instead of writing the scene that should have come next.
So Saturday was spent filling in the blanks. I was almost late to the write-in, mostly because I decided to do something different with my hair. I haven't had a hair cut in two months because I'm debating letting it grow out again, at least to my shoulders. Anyway, I decided to curl it like I used to. The front part, anyhow. It looked decent. But I got to the write-in, irritated because someone from Oklahoma didn't know how to park and my blood sugar was low and I had this on-going demon spawn from hell headache.
|I'm the blonde head in the gray jacket on the left. I promise my hair looked|
better in the front. And I was wearing make up.
I later found the wifi connection, but I didn't amend the names. Instead I worked on a scene that I wasn't sure why I was writing. Around 11:30, I had to get up because despite a glass of orange juice and some strawberries I was woozy from aching butt, headache, and low blood sugar. I sought yogurt and the company of my friend, Lisa Medley.
At lunch, I was thrilled to meet a lady I met through an online critique group. It is so awesome to really meet someone you critiqued with.
After lunch, I found that wifi connection and was able to jazz up my writing by listening to my favorites on YouTube. When I'd written 2,000 words, I got really bored and started cruising the Interwebz. Between checking to be sure the shirt I ordered was finally being delivered (I wanted to wear it Saturday, but noooo, they couldn't deliver until then) and frowning at a logo I ordered off of Fiverr.com, I managed to write another 2,000 words for a whopping total of 4,000.
I realized that I need a write-in every day. I was productive on my own on Friday, but I really had a BICHOK day on Saturday. When I got home I did another thousand words. No joke. The headache was so bad last night I barely managed a hundred words and decided to call it good for the week with a grand total of 15,547.
Everyone always says what a great time our write-ins are. We do critiques too for folks who like to get in on that. Let me say that this year's write-in was way more productive for me than last year's when I was freaking out about The Treasure Hunter's Lady.
Someone tie me to the desk because I need to finish this book and I only need about 15,000 more to do it.