1. I’m a little more than halfway through with putting my book down on paper. It feels like a race to get it all out of my head. “Get it out!” my brain says to me. “Get it the fuck out!”
2. Sundays my friend (Hi Adrienne!! :D) and I meet at this one particular coffee shop to write. The counter is manned by two women. The cook is a woman. Basically, I throw on my most comfortable pants, some flip flops, and a T-shirt and go. I don’t even have to brush my hair. It’s awesome. I mean, I would do this even if it was all men working there, but since it’s all women it makes it all GRRRL POWER!!
3. I got 54,553 words into my book and then stalled out. So I went back to the beginning to reread and edit and my count is now down to 53,337 words. I know I shouldn’t get hung up on word count. But it’s hard not to measure progress that way. Grrrr!
4. I should be writing now.
5. I sat and worked for two hours then got up to go use the bathroom and WHOA! It was like a drunk person trying to look sober. I guess I’m at the age where I need to stretch before walking 20 feet?