I wrote like a mother cusser yesterday. I almost threw up when I did my word count this morning. Clearly, I did some serious writing.
I wrote at various intervals during the day, for short chunks of time, in between laundry and raking and eating and visiting. Don’t ask me how I’m managing to walk away for two hours then sit in front of the words and know exactly where my characters are and what is going on with them. I’m not really sure. Shall we call it divine writer-vention? I think so.
It was my hubby’s night for bedtime, so I pulled his laptop onto my lap as I sat in our bed. I wrote from 9:15pm – ish until 11:30pm. I stopped only to give kisses and hugs to my sleepy kids who did not want to go to sleep. My hubby is a trooper of the toughest sort.
He stumbled into bed around 10:30pm, and I wrote on.
I had to stop myself because the words were getting blurry and my fingers weren’t working very well. I took a deep breath, closed the machine, and let myself fall into a deep, deep sleep. All of us, parents and kids alike, slept through the night. This is a rarity in our home.
This morning, I did the math and realized that I wrote close to 4,000 words. (54 more and I would have hit it. I’m not complaining. I’m glad I stopped when I did.) That, to me, is a little more than insane in the membrane.
I couldn’t get up this morning to write. I was too tired. Is writing at night a better option? Nah, I just think it worked out for last night. It’s one day at a time…write when I can.
I’m on bed duty tonight. I’m not sure if I’ll have the energy to stay up and write after…we’ll see.
I’m feeling good. Very good. Can’t wait to get back to it.