I was itching to make up the time I missed yesterday. That’s got to be a good sign. It’s been like when you’ve lost something, and you can’t remember where you put it, and you obsessively keep searching every little nook and cranny (sometimes 17 times) until you finally dig it up. That’s what it felt like. Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit for effect, but you get the point.
Well, I did make it up time-wise, but my hectic schedule is catching up to me. Laid down some good tracks, as they might say in the music biz, though definitely they will benefit from some rewriting.
The little wobble I had in my writing is starting to really oscillate now. The story is still going in the right direction, but the style and voice is like a schizophrenic kitten: skittish and hyper and biting at my feet (whatever that means). Point is, I’m not sure what’s going to happen with it — and I’m kind of excited about that. It’s threatening to rip apart the whole story, which would be a little worrisome except that’s when the really good stuff will start belching out, methinks.
I’m tempted to just keep writing, just following that road to its inevitable crash through the “Closed Road” sign, but I know myself too well. I’d burn out, get bored, drop the whole thing. I’ve got to coax this out, and keep my interest up by leaving it before I’m ready to leave it for the night.
Anyway, speaking of leaving for the night, it’s been another long one, so I’m checking out. Can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow.
(Novel Writing Totals)
Hours Today: 1.5
Words Today: 1,634
Hours Total: 15
Words Total: 21,817