I'm writing ahead of deadline today, trying to wrap up this draft. The goal is to finish the draft today, print and read it tomorrow and do a final go through. I write with rolling revisions and a tight storyboard, so I'm expecting a clean copy. I hope to get it to my partner Monday and with any luck, we'll have it turned in by end of business next week.
I'm a little hungover. I have a ton of fun stuff planned for the weekend (getting to watch my kid perform on drums being a highlight). It's raining--perfect sleeping or reading weather.
SUPERNATURAL reruns are calling.
I have 22 stories to read in the Electric Spec hold file by next Saturday. The upstairs could use a push of the vacuum. The dog is bored. I could just sing along all day with Cage the Elephant.
Last night a friend asked me how I keep writing. How do I finish?
Certainly no one's holding a gun to my head, and I'm a full week ahead of deadline. I could fuck around all day. But that's not the commitment I made with myself. Makes this a discipline day.
And you know, I want to write. I want my name (well, pseudonym's name) on another cover.
Hell.A bad day of writing is better than a good day working at anything else.
So yeah. Sitting here isn't all that hard at all. 1000 words in and a couple thou more to go.It's all climax (in more ways than one) and fun as hell to write.
And WTF, it's turning into a damn good story, even if I do say so myself.
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