Something Smells

Do you smell that? I was writing one of my penultimate scenes the other day and realized I was actually making a face! I was wrinkling my nose and my mouth was pursed up the way it gets when something tastes bad. Yes, my first draft writing was so bad that it actually smelled!

A second read a couple of days later revealed that it really wasn't *that* bad. Not great, but not absolutely stinky either.

Honestly, I was writing and making a face...kind of blew me away when I realized it!

Smoking!

Last night I was really smoking. The words were coming so fast and furious I could hardly type fast enough to keep up (and I can type REALLY fast). It was great! The scene isn't quite finished yet, but hopefully at lunch today I'll be able to hammer out the ending. Had a lunch meeting yesterday so I didn't get any words done then, but I did put down almost 900 words last night! WooHoo!

I might actually finish this manuscript yet!

I'm also finding that the more involved I become with it on a consistent basis, the more ideas float to the top of my subconscious--usually to be harvested while showering. What is it about water anyway? I'm not much of a swimmer, but perhaps I should go do some laps and see if pool water works as well as shower water.

Adding Words One-by-One

This whole 77 days of sweat thing has me going. I did a little noodling on my wip on my lunch hour AND I also dragged it out after dinner and spent an hour finishing a scene! I'm really pleased with myself. Now let's see how tonight goes...I hate starting a new scene. Until I can get that first sentence down I'm paralyzed. It's like starting the book all over again. I'm going to try to think about it during the day while doing other mundane things--maybe my subconscious will come up with that first line for me...