It’s not great. My little sister (an ER stroke nurse) told me that I was probably adult ADD because I needed coffee to focus my brain enough to write. That explained a LOT. And it probably would have been nice to know it sooner – I might not have ended up with this huge pile of plot spaghetti that I’m trying — unsuccessfully, so far — to fix.
To help concentrate on that, I’m adjusting my goals. I’m dropping the 1,667 word count, and leaving the posting and the planning. I’ve got to focus on the planning.
I’m tempted to scrap it all and start from the beginning. Now, I’m 408 pages in, with less than half the story told. That should tell you my level of desperation. And, I’d like to get this book plotted within the next three weeks, before my next round of students invades.
I can feel a headache starting. Time for coffee.
But before I say good-bye for today, let me give you my information for…
Today I’m taking 8 sentences off the 7th page of “Whirlwind” (because that was the first project that opened up).
“Sweetie, I’m pleading with you. Emily, I need my caffeine. Especially today. I’ve been up for almost three days straight, working on someone else’s ’emergency,’ when I should have been getting ready for my wedding. Can you believe some new intern thought there was an outbreak of Ebola in D.C.? He didn’t even check with his resident; he just panicked and called the CDC, who promptly phoned me. It turned out to be nothing more than badly bleeding haemorrhoids coupled with an overdose of Coumadin.” She sighed and raked her hands through her black, pixie-short hair. “Let’s just say that I’m a walking zombie, and definitely less than lovable at the moment.
I feel Meredith’s pain. Off to the kitchen for coffee.
Happy writing, everyone!