I'm having one of those days. Had to reverse yesterday's word count because I'd put the best friend in a car wreck, which was not going to help the future plot, but now it's like, CRAP, what next?
Plus last night was my writer's group and though they had GREAT things to say about my pages, Joy, my editor friend, always asks such insightful questions that I end up having to simply THINK about motivation and what is the real story behind these people that appeared in my head. And maybe I need to reel it in for a day or two and do some free writing about the Mom to figure out more of why she's drinking too much wine and more of why Dad is just going deeper into himself. But I'm so freaking goal oriented that I (hides head in embarrassment) keep an index card with daily word count goals on my desk next to my laptop. Oh yeah. I'm one of those. List-maker extraordinaire.
Plus - I'm querying and waiting and people are digging my query but now I'm waiting and stalking and every negative tweet, every positive tweet, every completely absent tweet has the brain monkeys chattering like it's party time in the forest. This is NOT PRODUCTIVE. Do NOT follow my example on this.
Luckily my afternoons this week are filled with making cool batik art at a camp I'm teaching to tweens and teens, most of whom are past and present students, which is allowing me to get my head wrapped back around RETURNING to the classroom next Wednesday and the kids returning the following Tuesday. Yes, we start early because we build in for mountain snow days.
So there's a rambling hump day post for you. How's your week shaping up?