I can hardly believe it, but I’m at the end of Act I. I shouldn’t be surprised, since this is roughly consistent with my output when I’ve had 40 hours a week to devote to writing in the past, but I’ve been working 90+ hours a week for other people and writing nothing of my
I made a character sit on a hassock. The word came easily, so naturally I began to worry a hassock was some kind of clothing rather than a surface that could be sat upon. While my sense of it as a padded footstool is one definition, another (primary, per some sources) definition is a pillow
This morning, someone tweeted “Happy Friday!” and I thought “lol it’s funny because it’s only Wednesday.” (For readers from the future, the crucial context is that it was actually Monday.) I’ve been working from home for 15 years, so I don’t even have the excuse of a change in routine. Therefore, the only logical conclusion
It may not be much objectively, but considering I’ve barely touched any non-contract writing since 2018, ten thousand words feels like a significant milestone to me. It’s best to not contemplate how many more I’ll need. My “outline” for this story is 53 pages. One might think that’s sufficiently thorough to have figured out everything
Yesterday’s writing ended up being less about yesterday’s scene than I would have liked, so today I finished that one. (I write these posts around noon when I exhaust my 4 a.m. supply of creative steam + caffeine, so I will sometimes fail to rise to the rest of the day’s aspirations set forth therein.)
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