Another day spent in my cave turned out 4,249 new words for a grand total of exactly 15,000 as of the time of this post.
The good news is that I’ve averaged 5,000 words per day.
The bad news is that I’ve run out of Plot Papers! AHHHHHHH This is bad, so BAD!!! I’m freaking the fuck out!
Ok no it isn’t as bad as you think. I haven’t run out of plot, in fact that is tracking quite nicely. What I failed to do was create what I call a Plot Paper, or what you might call an outline, for the entire book. I know I should have done the whole thing but October ran away from me and all of a sudden it was November 1st and that meant it was time to write.
The only solution is to push aside my beloved MacBook and find a pen, there’s got to be one in this fucking house right??? So I’m off to get a few more Plot Papers completed for my own sanity… I’ll leave you with a little snippet from today’s writing… or typing as my shithead 15 year old told me today. Ok that’s a funny story, before the snippet I’ll tell you about it.
I’m in my cave hammering away at the keyboard when my 15 year old daughter walks right in and says “Hi mom, what are you typing about? I mean I’d ask what you are writing about but ya know writing actually involves a pen, so what are you typing about?” She thinks she’s hilarious!
Anyway… here is the snippet, enjoy:
We almost made it through airport security without incident, and then the conveyer belt stopped and backed up until my bag was back under the screen. Then the lady watching the screen called her supervisor over and they whispered to each other for a few moments while pointing to the screen. The supervisor picked my bag up and very seriously asked me to accompany it over to a screening table where he proceeded to unzip the bag. As soon as he had it open I saw what they must have seen on the screen. Right on top of my clothes sat BOB, my Battery Operated Boyfriend. I will never forget the look on the supervisors face when he realized the only weapon I was packing was one that aimed to please.