At a quarter to ten, to ten, today, at a quarter to ten today, the dragon will come at the beat of the drum at a quarter to ten today.
I had every intention of going back to sleep this morning, but a couple of scene ideas dropped into my head, and I decided I’d better get up and write them before I lost them, since they were of significant use in developing the last third of this book. So by 10 after 8 I had 750 fresh new words written and a page of notes on how to finish the book. By 9 I’d eaten breakfast, gotten bread started, and was busy revising a chapter. Now, at a quarter to ten, the chapter is revised (technically meaning my work is done for the day), I’ve done about 1250 words and the book has, hallelujah, broken 70K. I am having mad visions of most of another chapter written by noon.
I’m also afraid to, like, stop and take a shower, for fear it will break my streak. Possibly this will be one of those rare days which everyone assumes writer lives are always like, wherein I never get out of my pyjamas or into the shower (though really I doubt it. It may take til noon or twelve-thirty to get dressed, but I really don’t like spending the day in my own grime, so).
*scoots back to work*(x-posted from the essential kit)