I’ve decided to take up alcoholism.
It was either that or yoga classes down at the YMCA gym, but since the yoga classes at the Y don’t start until Saturday morning and it’s Wednesday night… I’ve opted for alcohol. At least that was the plan a mere ten minutes ago when I led a raiding party to the kitchen for a bottle of wine and returned with black cherry kool aid.
Ah well, the best laid plan of muses and authors.
So no kidding, there I was on Day 2 of the 4K word challenge staring at a white screen, focusing myself to write the scene that would inspire the greatest change of plans (aka, Turning Point 2) that Lucien’s book had ever known. I was all prepared to dig down into it when… an email chimed, the phone rang, the kidlet got hungry, the dog needed to go out, the laundry needed starting (which reminds me, I’ve got toss in a load before I toss in the towel for the night–ah yes, a mama’s work is never done)… you name it and it popped to distract me from my goal.
But I didn’t give up. Nope, I sure didn’t. I probably should have, considering the sluggishness of the words I wrote, but I forced myself to carry-on-my-wayward-son until the witching hour was upon me and I had a whopping 1737 words. They were painful words. Not because the scene was a hard one to write, but painful because I had to work so hard to get them on the page. But hey, that’s what happens when I’m distracted by worries and schtuff while writing. And yeah, that’s something I’ll get to in the next paragraph.
Because Day 3 arrived and again I struggled to get the words on the page. This is the part where I have to say, shout, and scream… this is NOT normal for me. Not when I am emotionally invested in a story that I want to write. Well, crap. That certainly didn’t sound right. But it felt right. And don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the story that I’m working on. It’s a hoot. One that has me cracking up when I re-read scenes during edits. But for right now, it’s not the story that’s singing in my writer’s heart. *insert huge sigh*
So here’s the result of Day 3: another 1700 words (1752 to be precise) and a decision.
The muse wants to go work on the paranormal book. She’s itching to get back to the scene that I left hanging with Kronos and heck after reading it… I sure can’t blame her. But so you know what I mean, here it is… the first rough draft scene to the Book One in The Tales of WOE (Warriors of Eros).
And on that note, I’m off to bed.
Take care and until next time… happy reading, writing and musing!