Day two
It's 4 p.m. on day 2, and I'm at 1,200 words. OK, not where I'd like to be, but it's a start.
Yesterday was an insane first day -- I had a paper due by 11 p.m., and I had to write the county commission meeting and the editorial and and and...by the time I had chance to work on my novel, my creative juices (or at least the ones I use to write) were pretty well zapped.
So hopefully I'll have a little more energy left to right tonight...unless I start thinking about all of the things I have to do now...
WAY too early in the month to get discouraged. So I think I'll go see if I whip out a couple of hundred words before I leave work today.
My current excerpt:
“I heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying on my front lawn,” Gina would tell people later, when the calls started coming, from the media hounds, the social workers, and every other interested party in the city of New York who looked her number up in the phone book.
But truth be told, Gina really couldn’t be sure what pulled her from the Harlequin she had unapologetically and completely immersed herself in and brought her outside in the midnight hours of that cold dark night.
Yesterday was an insane first day -- I had a paper due by 11 p.m., and I had to write the county commission meeting and the editorial and and and...by the time I had chance to work on my novel, my creative juices (or at least the ones I use to write) were pretty well zapped.
So hopefully I'll have a little more energy left to right tonight...unless I start thinking about all of the things I have to do now...
WAY too early in the month to get discouraged. So I think I'll go see if I whip out a couple of hundred words before I leave work today.
My current excerpt:
“I heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying on my front lawn,” Gina would tell people later, when the calls started coming, from the media hounds, the social workers, and every other interested party in the city of New York who looked her number up in the phone book.
But truth be told, Gina really couldn’t be sure what pulled her from the Harlequin she had unapologetically and completely immersed herself in and brought her outside in the midnight hours of that cold dark night.
posted by Crysta at
1:56 PM
2 Comments:
Keep going. Life always tries to get in the way.
except for today (I'm sick), I've been getting up and writing before I start the day -- that's working much better than waiting until everyone else tries to zap my energy.
By
Devon Ellington, at 4:52 AM
Hey, even some words are better than none. Some days will definitely be better for writing than others. Here's hoping that you'll get many words down in your next chunk of free time!
By
Sya, at 7:13 AM
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