I have them now and then, and they always seem to surprise me. Yesterday I wrote several hundred words for Kelsey and Grandma Opal in the bomb shelter. I might have actually gotten the chapter finished, but I was upstairs and Carol Kennedy was in and it was loud. *shrug* Still, got a lot done and corrected some stuff. I was happy.
My bad habit of printing chapters all the time and then never doing anything with them seems to be broken. I haven't printed anything for quite a while, but I'm still putting words on paper. My mood generally may be poor (everyone is tired today, and I feel like I need about five more hours sleep - and my knee, though feeling better, is still damned sore) but I'm still writing and that feels really good.
Today I'll try to write some if I get a chance, but course eval typing is in full swing so who knows. Also, today is Secretarys Day, so I've gotten flowers, candy and a free lunch in the Tudor Room (which is not really such a wonderful thing, but the thought is nice).
My next big challenge is to push into the middle of the book, where Parker and Kelsey begin to both learn about each other and have growing distrust of each other. They have to get really tired, have close calls, begin to learn their new world... It's a lot, and I've been avoiding. I need to push on.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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