I'm starting to sound like my characters. In my emails, my texts. The cadence is crazy. I wonder if my peeps think I've taken a flighty pill. Above all, it means I'm pumping out some serious writing time, which makes me happy beyond words. What doesn't make me happy are the numbers:
In the past thirty-some-odd days:
11 days-I accomplished less than 100% of my daily goal
9 days-nada written. I know!
4 days-exactly 100% of my daily goal reached. To. The. Word. Neurotic, right?
5 days-holy hell, way beyond 100%
Fully 66% I did not reach my goal. Does that mean it's too high? Maybe. Does that mean there were too many Elvis movies (have you seen the one where he's a writer??? OMG..I smell a post coming on) and cupcake baking and lounging by the pool? Beyond yes. But summer has never meant optimum production for me. I can't think when my thighs stick to my leather computer chair and I have to re-up the antiperspirant because it's hot enough to fry a scary egg on my patio.
Wednesday, look for enough time travel links to put up a sign and call it a buffet; and maybe, just maybe, that promised Elvis movie to round out the week.
Today's word count: 2150
Temperature: 105 F