NaNoWriMo is in full swing and I got waylaid by an overnight trip to the hospital. It’s all okay now, just an overnight observation thing in the wake of a medication issue, but it’s been a few days now and I’m really having trouble getting back in the groove.
This is one of those times where you just have to take yourself firmly in hand and hammer it out. I know that. And I’ll get there. Continue reading
Woke up vomiting. Rain is pouring a monsoon. Hand in splint. Still limping. I made it to the polls. No excuses, kids. It’s THAT important.
Wrote nearly 2200 words last night. Cat jumped on my keyboard. All was lost.
Save your work, kids. Don’t get so far into the zone that you don’t SAVE. YOUR. WORK.
Ravenclaw robe, Hogwarts headband, wand at the ready.
“The key to making your life work out is believing that it will.”
I rub my hand over my eyes and peer at him through my fingers. “That’s exactly the sort of bullshit I get from my mom. I don’t need it from you, too.”
There I was, clipping along, the book almost done, when I hit the motherlode.
Yes, I’m writing a book that features a wonderfully sarcastic and witty Irish character. He happens to be a modern-day ghost of an ancient bard, so he’s got a lot of stories to tell. Being Irish, he tells them with great flair – of course. Continue reading