Hard day today. Woke up at 3:45am because I never took a shower or removed my make-up last night. Set alarm for 6:00 so I could start jogging again, but kind of slept through it. Woke up (again) at 8:07am, giving me exactly 8 minutes to get ready for work. Got home around 4:30, answered email, balanced bank, did bills, left again for dinner.
Finally back at desk at 8:11. Brainstormed for a bit. Figured out:
- The end-game for the series. (Oh yes!!!)
- The beginning (Someone dies, which kinda happens a lot in my books.
- I feel the “Ah Ha Moment” approaching… I also fear I’m going to have to get hold of someone familiar with shipping in NOLA…
8:44: took quick break to walk Chewie, my doggie. (Will let a few ideas simmer and see what I come up with.)
10:10 Back at desk after a bit of dog walking and thinking things through. My main character, Michael Lodestone has to intercept a shipment. I don’t know what the heck is in the shipments somewhere in New Orleans, and I might not even know until he actually reaches it, but its enough to go on. I also know his team consists of a female ex-cop with a prosthetic leg below the knee and a male computer hacker. Their names will come to me later. (I suspect the girl’s name is Claire, but I’ve heard far too much Modern Family going on in the television in the family room.) And one of them has to have blond hair because I’ve got a bunch of brunettes running around. (Ah, the joys of being a pantser.) (And don’t think I’ve given away anything because I haven’t…)
On now to the story!
Goal: 1,500 words. In 45 minutes. The quality of said words isn’t really important right now. If I do 1,500 words per night for 13 to 14 chapters, my rough ROUGH draft is done in two weeks. Having the story in my head would greatly increase the chances of this happening, but I can only work with what I’ve got, which is bits and pieces of a puzzle right now.
11:30 Fell asleep at the desk. Got about 1000 words in and figured that if I fell asleep sitting up, it might be time to turn it in. Something I’ve learned about writing: once you’re done, your done. Staying up an extra hour will only produce crud, meaning you’ve got a pile of nasty words you can’t do anything with and 1 hour less sleep. (In my case, I also seem to get sick.)
Tomorrow looks good because I get to sink a van full of people and figure out how to get them out alive! 🙂