The editing is coming along on manuscript number one. Finished it in June, took a break on it to do Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and now doing first round of edits.
Woo hoo! I made it through Camp NaNoWriMo with a word count of over 30,000. Now I have (another) rough draft to work on in August!
I made it halfway through! Really hoping the second half of camp goes just as well as the first half!
The first day of camp went well! Before I did the day’s writing, I mapped out a few scenes in Scrivener that I’ve already pictured in my head.
Then I picked one of those scenes to write, and I met (actually exceeded) my word count goal for today. I love that the month is off to a good start!
It’s a new week and I’m trying a new routine. I plan to do my workout in the morning, nearly first thing, then have my breakfast, and finally, sitting down with a second cup of coffee and writing. It’s an experiment for this week, so I’ll see how it goes.
I can’t write very first thing in the morning, I’m not awake enough! I figure that exercising and eating will not only wake me up, but also give me peace of mind knowing that a major daily task (exercising) is behind me. Being in the proper headspace to begin writing is half the battle, at least for me.
Now, if I can just figure out how to keep my butt in chair longer, maybe this book would move along at something beyond a glacial pace!
I can’t even remember how I came across it, even though it’s only been about a week ago. That’s how exciting this prospect is! I’m sure many people, lots of which are better than me, will apply for this position as well. I know this is a complete long shot. But as a writer, it would be such a cool experience, and I knew I would hate myself if I didn’t at least try. That way, the “what if” game would never have to be played. So, I looked at the application, and got to work.
I’ll never be picked. My application wasn’t good enough.
They could pick me. My application was honest, yet funny.
Could I really do this if I were chosen?
If they chose me, I could totally do this!
I’m a horrible writer.
I’m a pretty good writer.
My thoughts go back and forth between self doubt and confidence. That’s true of any given day, but as a writer, it’s multiplied by a million when you’re “putting yourself out there.” So, I figured that if the back and forth happens anyway, why not take the chance? Put myself out there. Try for something different. If I try, something might happen, but if I don’t, nothing will happen.
I think I just found a new life mantra.
I just submitted the application. Now I wait. Truly, I don’t expect to hear that I made the first round of cuts. Not really. But I’m still glad I put in a little bit of time and effort just to see what happens. If nothing else, I’m proud of myself for taking a shot—even if it is a long shot.
I don’t know why, but the words are just flowing out of me today. Some days they come easier than other days, and when they do, I take full advantage. My nose is pointed down towards my notebook and my pen is furiously scratching across the pages. Yes, today I have eschewed technology and gone old school. Sometimes that little change is all it takes for me to get into a writing groove.
So, I’m surprised that when the bell above the door jingles, alerting employees and patrons of this fine coffeehouse that someone is entering, I actually stop what I’m doing and look up. I do not regret that decision. The most beautiful man I have ever seen has just walked through the door.
I swiftly put down my pen, grab my coffee, and absentmindedly start sipping. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help staring. Don’t get me wrong here. I would never today or any other day act on this. I am a mostly confident woman, but I’m happily married, so anything other than looking is a no-no. Besides, even if I weren’t, this gorgeous specimen is completely out of my league. I’m confident, yes, but not delusional.
This particular gentleman possesses the three qualities I find most attractive. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. There you have it. My sexual kryptonite. I make no apologies for it and I do appreciate it when I see it. I watch, with a modicum of subtlety (I hope) as he waits his turn, orders his coffee, and then leaves.
These are the small, unexpected moments that I love. I do not know this person. I will never see him again. But for a few brief minutes, he brought a little joy into my life. With the mundane task of getting his morning coffee, he reminded me that there is beauty in the world, and that when a bell jingles on the coffeehouse door, perhaps I only need to look up to see it.
I smiled, put my coffee back down, and picked up my pen.