You just work.
THE DAY
Nothing amazing to report, though I have noticed–yet again–that when I’m done with a big push through a section and now starting out in someone else’s head, different section…I stall. Takes forEVER to get going. I got words down and like everything else, I get new and better ideas when I walk away.
Ah, the joys of writing in the dark.
Totally apropos of nothing: Cameron’s exit is fascinating. I can only think that HE’S thinking: All right, I let Theresa May deal with all the mess that Brexit will cause and when everyone’s good and sick of her, then I pop back to save the day. Or he just doesn’t want to take the blame. Whatever; Brexit was self-inflicted but still not his fault. The Brits are in big trouble but still don’t know it. They should pay attention, however, to the fact that real estate speculators and funds are scurrying away and dumping British real estate. This is going to be ugly.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)
Day 1: 1000 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000 LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500 Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000 Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600 Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300 Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450
Day 18-19: 4500
Day 20-22: 5220
Blog Post: 250
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What I’m Watching:
Not a blessed thing. Swam.
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What I’m Reading:
Firestarter. Clunky but not bad. Now why no one ever got on King’s case for his portrayal of a half-Cherokee, I don’t know.
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What I’m Listening to:
Extreme Prey. Oh, Lucas, Lucas…
