I'm behind in word count. I need to push for 3,000 words a day now. Certainly not impossible. I am such a procrastinator and diverter, though. So many other things to do!
There really are many other things to do. Problem is, I am not doing them either.
The novel, which still doesn't have a name, has evolved into a rather trite kind of love story. Never mind. Perhaps it is something I had to get out of myself before I could do something else...And there is a passage or two in there that I like.
So I'm in a coffee place now and I just met another writer. Describes himself much as I do, someone who has never really gotten anywhere, never really tried, with his writing. I told him about my 30-day challenge and he saw the value, and asked if I knew of local writers groups, which I do. I don't belong to one, though. Too solitary a person. And yet I would enjoy it, I know, if a bunch of us did the NaNoWriMo thing in coffee places in November. That is, each brought our laptops and wrote for specific times, and took breaks and complained to each other about our work.
This is without a doubt the best coffee place to write in...that I have been in yet. I can sit with my laptop and look out the window and the world walks by. Couples, groups of friends, motorcyclists, lovers, single people strolling, looking in the bookstore across the street...It's a wonderful place for observing and thinking.
My love story is getting a little hot. I wonder how daughter mary is going to react to that when she reads it, she being the only one allowed to read it.
Wooohooo! I managed to write more than 3,000 words today! For me, a feat.
The time I spent at the coffee place downtown felt very good, and I left there feeling good about it. Then I came home and promised myself no sims until I had done another 1,000. And I did, I did. I feel good. I have no idea, as usual, where I will go with it tomorrow...heh. My almost-steamy novel.