The writing day is just underway, having dispensed with a few productive hours of the working day.
Unwarmed by a milky winter sun, I walked down to the coffee shop thinking about the novels in progress - the NIP. Scenes from the "Dark Red" sequel twirled in my mind. Then, dusty NIPs came alive. Another novel's ending leaped out, followed by a scene and plot twist for another NIP that's been ignored for a few months. I don't know what's prompted these sudden surges of energy and creativity.
Meanwhile, the synopsis slowly progresses. Organization, structure, the worry about telling too much or not enough...arg. Arriving at The Beanery, I entered and surveyed the room.
My lucky table was available.
Funny. I've not sat at that table since that day that I moved to it when I thought it my lucky table. I'd forgotten it was my lucky table. Yet, lucky for me, I've been writing and progressing without being at my lucky table.
I'm pondering whether to go to a writer conference this year or a writing retreat. I can minimize the cost and interruptions and use my friend's house up in the mountains as a retreat. I strongly think that such an offer is an opportunity that shouldn't be ignored because fate has put it out there for me.
I'm also considering pitch conferences. Get in there and tell a couple agents or publishers about the book. If I do, I'd like something on the west coast.
On to the synopsis. I'll work on it for an hour - hopefully finish - and then as reward, I'll write like crazy on the sequel NIP.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com