As I write this, my eyes are fighting to stay open. I should have known that my writing is kind of like Cinderella’s coach. No matter how beautiful and glitzy it is, and no matter what kind of amazing ideas are inside of it… Yeah, my writing basically turns into a pumpkin after midnight.
And yet, somehow, I keep finding myself trying to push the boundaries just a bit more.
Why do I do this to myself? I know–I know–that when I have to edit this massive amount of slush, I’m going to be doing double the work just to make it readable…
And yet, I keep thinking, “Just one more paragraph.”
(It would help if my characters would take a little breather. If they would just sleep, I could too.)
Anywho, enough rambling. Today was productive. I finished up several administrative things (like bills), and I finally plowed through this first scene, where I feel like I’ve been stuck for days because I can’t get it right. (Figuring out that I was writing the wrong book didn’t help, either…) But I’m through the scene. My characters have met and they are off hunting the bad guy through the streets of New Orleans. Oh yeah, and some coroner almost had a little accident when what was supposed to be a dead body sat up all Michael Myers style.
Hey, if I’m gonna be up late writing, I’m going to have some fun with it.
Tomorrow, I gotta figure out the next scene and keep it all going. Here’s to a full week of fulfilling my New Year’s Resolution to write every day!
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