That’s It. I Need To Stop Having a Life. It’s Getting in the Way of My Writing.

I made words! I made so many words! I am awesome. Those scenes? You know, the last ones for TRTH that I hadn’t finished? There are now five of them. No, wait, this is a good thing. Because they’re almost finished! All I need to do is frame them and drop them in the narrative. Which, to be perfectly fair, may be a tomorrow thing because Wednesday is not a happening day. Wednesday is a day with life in it.

Which… no. I am sure it’s perfectly healthy to have a life. A good thing even. A thing of goodness. It’s just… dear god it’s getting in the way of my writing.

Perhaps I could just have a life every second week? Or I could have life-hiatuses? They do that with TV series’, right? I don’t see what the problem is. I’ll just announce, I am going on hiatus. See you in three to five weeks.

Actually, come to think of it, I am going to do that in July. But it’s more like seven weeks and I don’t know how much work I’m going to get done.

See? Life — inconvenient for the writing thing.

Pfft. I am going to ignore it and be over here doing a little dance of victory. And on Thursday I am going to put ten thousand words of three different subplots in the book and then I am going to sit back and bask in my own brilliance. Bask, I say. There will be no second guessing. No doubt. No… whatever. Hush. It will all be good. Brilliance. Basking. Just go with it.