Last night I hit 42,000 words. In eight days.
My brain is a little… fried.
I’ve realized I am addicted to ellipses. I use them constantly in dialogue.
I hate dialogue.
I want there to be sex in my book. Really epic sex. The tension is killing me.
I want my toddler to start going to bed early so I have time to write without distraction.
I need to stop drinking so much coffee.
I love my characters. They’ve grown so much and become to real it constantly amazes me.
I am addicted to the feeling of being on a roll. The words just fall from my fingertips in lines of black and white text that is thrilling. Like jumping out of an airplane, minus the whole danger thing.
I am easily distracted, but when I get going, it’s like a train. The wrecks are just as bad.
I write the best in the morning, after my first cup of coffee, but before I eat. It’s also the hardest time to get started.
I will need to do more reworking of my second novel, the first has changed out of all recognition, but it’s oh so much better. Something I can truly be proud of.
I find writing two thousand words per day to be easy.
I forget about my blog, even when I need a distraction.
I need a nap.