Well, it’s day seven of seven at work, day 15 of November, day 15 of NaNoWriMo – the halfway point in fact.
Going into the day I was behind in word count. The past couple days, with all the world events, my brain has not been in the realm of my book. I could barely get home and I was asleep. That’s not like me. On the other hand, I don’t much like working seven days in a row. Yesterday I felt like the people and noise and everything would send me to my car. I toughed it out but had to use some tricks to get through.
Anyway today, I wrote a little at lunch time. And by little, I mean, a little. After work I headed off to the normal Sunday night write-in at Denny’s and buckled down as the writing sprints started. Twenty minutes of writing, with ten to twenty minutes of socialized/talk in between. That’s a nice mix. If you’re on a roll, no one complains if you keep writing.
Talked with my booth mate and told her enough about the story so far that I could sort of see how it would have to go in the next bit. I put my noise-cancelling headphones in and my head down and my fingers on the keyboard and wrote. And I can see a big arc of the plot, a little ahead. Not what it is exactly but what it has to be about to get where we’re all going.
And then this happened.
So I took a break in this current sprint to write 391 words for the blog.
And in case anyone’s read this far:
Matt kept digging, finding a small ceramic dog with one ear, a wooden duck and a bowl full of feathers.
“Need some feathers?”
“Not today thanks.”
He found a pair of socks, a bunch of pencils held together with two strips of fabric, a purple fountain pen and a small box containing a metal replica of the King Edward’s Chair, all in a child’s red wagon. Another bin contained a set of chess pieces, several umbrellas of various sizes and colors, one wellie and a jar of spoons.
“I’m still looking,” said Matt, slapping the dust off his hands after setting down an old flat iron. “Find anything good?”
That’s all I’m saying about that.
