I feel like I have spent the last 9 days drunk with words, riding the wave of adrenaline, surfing with glee. Today I'm experiencing the hangover. It took me until after 6 PM to even boot up the computer, well, except to go online this morning to post our awesome group photo. I wrote some, complained to Jenny, pulled out Jenny's sidewalk/driveway weeds, made a meatloaf, wrote a bit, ate, wrote a tiny bit more, sat with Don while he ate. To give you an idea of how I'm doing today--it is 9:47 PM and I just unwrapped my 1000-word-reward tangerine popsicle. Not the best writing day I've had in a while. But I'm stubborn, the story is actually behaving, characters are showing up when I need them and making up their own dialogue, so I should meet the word count before the day's over. Maybe I'm a bit out of sorts from my realization last night that the rest of you are writing wild and crazy things, and my story's well-written (thanks, Jenny) but plain. I want chromatophores and bizarre creatures and sadistic pornographers, something interesting!, instead of boring normal people doing every day things. But I guess I gotta take what comes. To quote Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow is another day."
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