Finally had a chance to do a little bit of writing today. The weekend was horrible, and writing was not an option. I had an epically bad reaction to medication on Saturday (I am a lightweight of unparalleled proportions) and was in no shape to be writing. I mean, I do have a drug addict in the book, and maybe (just maybe) I could have mustered something insightful or interesting. But honestly, just looking at the computer made me feel ill. So, none of that.
However, progress is continuing. Not a huge day for output, but just under 4K for the day and I’m not complaining at all. I had a lot to catch up on. Oddly, this was one of those times where I was finishing a scene (gun shopping!) and had no real idea how I was going to get to point B when, literally, it dawned on me. Plot twist + something more at stake = win. Happy writer. So, guns were bought, blood was spilled, insults were flung, and the stakes got higher. Not a bad day for Dustman.
Tomorrow is my son’s first day at daycare. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do with two full days a week for writing (and blogging). Hopefully I’ll be moving the meter up and up and up! (Paradoxically while moving my characters further and further down into Underally, and closer toward the thing that lies in wait beneath…)