Minor pains and gripes have made me lose my rhythm a bit, which is bad because I’m in a place where I desperately need it. Yesterday I was pumped up for a great writing day and then I woke with a headache I couldn’t get rid of. When it had finally cleared enough to work a bit, the lawn people started mowing the grass. (For some reason I like writing where I can see the sun and I write less well when I can’t). By that time I was a grumpy puss. I attempted to write inside but then my $200 Fat Boy decided to take a crap and stop working, at which point I threw up my hands and read the news until I had to go to work.
I was going to type up chapter 6 from work but I ended up moving offices so I had no computer access for the day. Then I was on my way to the gym after work and I saw a Starbuck’s and though I’d try to recover the day and get some good stuff done. Only there were these three oriental women who were talking so loud that I couldn’t concentrate. It wasn’t their fault, but when people speak English I can tune it out, however when someone is speaking a foreign tongue I can’t.
I’ve got an emotionally intense, very action-y part coming up and I need to be “on” to get it right.
I’m also itching to finish stuff so that I can have a bit of a sense of accomplishment
to spur me on so I think I’ll do a short story .
I wish I could fall down a hole to finish this book….it’s really draining me.
Word of the day: Leech