Oddly enough: most of today’s words were written this morning at the kitchen table during the hour or so that I waited for the delivery guys to show up. Meanwhile I spent hours this evening in my new birthday chair without terribly much to show for it. Those are the brakes though, I suppose. Just … got … stuck … in process?
Hard to say. Staying positive but there’s this weird moment tonight where I got myself almost too caught up in the gritty of “what next” realism-wise that I didn’t let myself give way to “what next” plot-wise. Worked out OK for the night’s word count though:
More visualization here, as well.
Tonight’s Oblique Strategy: Infintesimal gradations.
Tonight’s Word Count: 8,203 of 50,000 (16.41%)
currently playing: The Smiths “How Soon Is Now?”