Stop me if you've heard this joke. A chapter walks into your head....
That's what it seems like for my 'novel planning'. Began the next new chapter, another unplanned chapter that just walked into my head. This one, though, was being carried forward on the shoulders of others. My fingers clicked and flashed over the keyboard. I know I laughed at times as I typed in the coffee shop, delighted by how this story spun itself, surprised by what happened. I typed until the scene commanded me to stop. Afterwards, I used the software to determine that I'd typed up 2800 words. About an hour had passed. My eyes burn, my neck hurts and the wooden chair is gnawing its way up through my ass bones.
Are there such a thing as ass bones?
Sure feels like it.
My coffee is cold, with a skim on top. Half remains.
Time to drink it down. Stretch. Ponder and wonder. Walk home, back to life, back to work.
That sort of saddens but I'm also uplifted. It's been a brief but marvelous day of writing like crazy.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com