Writing this week, summarized, quick like.

Oh holy mother of gawd this week started off sticky. Last week I did not write much and whenever I have extended time off it hurts to get back. Even if it’s only a few days. Add to last week’s lameness the weekend and Monday’s holiday (Canadian Thanksgiving) I was not back at it until Tuesday.

Tuesday? Sucked. Oh my mercy it sucked hard. I wanted to vomit at how hard it sucked. I sucked just as bad as Tuesday sucked and I wondered what nerve I had daring to write. Painful.

I tried to talk to Dan about it but there was a communication barrier. I was having feelings and Dan runs from feelings like he is dipped in beef blood and someone let loose a pack of hungry dogs.

Then my friend Chandra talked to me and fixed everything. Not the first time. She rocks. She understands my flippy ways. She handles me. Chandra is my handler. It is not a position that pays well.

Wednesday was far far far better. When I sat down I had to look back to find a main character’s last name (I’d written it only once prior) and in doing so I happened upon a lot of the story that I’d not really forgotten but at the same time, I’d forgotten. And as a whole, it was alright. Know what I mean? I skimmed looking for the name and I didn’t want to vomit. Super encouraging.

Thursday, also good.

Friday, dammit, friends cornered me and I ended up going for lunch. I tried to come up with all manner of excuse but I missed last week and last week they had a baby shower for one of my really good friends. I know, not cool. But I had to write. You don’t know how hard it is to miss a day now that I have made the committment.

I could have just said no, I have to work. That’s what your perfectly logical brains are saying. The thing is, I haven’t really told anyone I’m writing. How many times have I said oh I am going to write a novel and then, oops, never did. Makes you feel like a fraudulent jackass and even though I knew I would some day no one else knew that. And it isn’t that I’m hiding it this time. It’s just something I want to finally do instead of talk about. Which feels good.

Dan has told a few people. No one has asked the dreaded how’s it going but when they do I’ll say fine. What else am I going to say? There’s just not much to say (all evidence here to the contrary). I hate all the questions people ask. What’s it about? (I don’t know, I haven’t written it yet) What’s it called (I don’t know, I haven’t written it yet) What’s the main character like? (Like herself. She’s like her just like you’re like you)

I just want to write the book now. I don’t need to blab about it all damned day. And I hate missing a day. Which is the best feeling. Even on the Tuesdays that come along, I still hate missing a day. Bad days aren’t all bad.

Once again I hope to get some done this weekend to make up for today. But we have a wedding and other crap going on this weekend so, you know, not likely.

current word count: 23 560

Novels run anywhere from 80 000 to 200 000 words (200 000 would be a very very epically long book). I see myself falling somewhere around 100 000 but then again I can’t really say. Why? Well, because I haven’t written it yet, of course.