Tonight, I'm just tired.
I shouldn't be, really. I'm 87,000 words into a new novel. Yes, you read that right. Eighty-seven thousand words done, which leaves another thirteen thousand to go if I'm aiming for an even hundred thousand.
This isn't a Markhat novel, either. It's something new and completely different. And it's nearly done.
I should be turning cartwheels. Shouting. Frolicking in sun-dappled meadows in slow motion while a string ensemble provides soothing background music.
Okay, maybe not frolicking. I'm too old to effectively frolic without risking a hasty, expensive trip to the ER afterward. Too, the visual was disturbing. So, new policy: No frolicking.
But why am I so lethargic, all the sudden?
Maybe it's just physical. It's been a rough couple of weeks.
Whatever the cause, I need it fixed, right now. I need to stick THE END on this new one, and get moving on the edits. But right now I'm having trouble focusing. A few minutes ago I wrote the same sentence twice, and while some might hail such repetition as a brilliant example of the new avant-garde it will just get me rejected.
I think what I need is coffee. And a new day. This one is shot.
I'll leave you with the title of the new work-in-progress. It's called All the Paths of Shadow. I love the title. I can almost see the cover art, too. And the movie posters. Especially those.
Now that's the kind of thinking that might just restore me.
I shouldn't be, really. I'm 87,000 words into a new novel. Yes, you read that right. Eighty-seven thousand words done, which leaves another thirteen thousand to go if I'm aiming for an even hundred thousand.
This isn't a Markhat novel, either. It's something new and completely different. And it's nearly done.
I should be turning cartwheels. Shouting. Frolicking in sun-dappled meadows in slow motion while a string ensemble provides soothing background music.
Okay, maybe not frolicking. I'm too old to effectively frolic without risking a hasty, expensive trip to the ER afterward. Too, the visual was disturbing. So, new policy: No frolicking.
But why am I so lethargic, all the sudden?
Maybe it's just physical. It's been a rough couple of weeks.
Whatever the cause, I need it fixed, right now. I need to stick THE END on this new one, and get moving on the edits. But right now I'm having trouble focusing. A few minutes ago I wrote the same sentence twice, and while some might hail such repetition as a brilliant example of the new avant-garde it will just get me rejected.
I think what I need is coffee. And a new day. This one is shot.
I'll leave you with the title of the new work-in-progress. It's called All the Paths of Shadow. I love the title. I can almost see the cover art, too. And the movie posters. Especially those.
Now that's the kind of thinking that might just restore me.
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