So it’s time for our first check-in. As I stated in my goals post, I have to write 871 words a day to finish Red by August 2nd so that I can ship it off to my critique partners while I move. This has proved to be a challenge as all the things that go into buying and selling a house, which are stressful anyway, are doubly so when young buyers are thoughtless morons who drag their feet on an already obscenely compressed time table. Yeah, I’m a little bitter. BUT I HAVE WRITTEN.
- Sunday: 880
- Monday: 856
- Tuesday: 890
Today I was up at a totally ludicrous hour, as I’m leaving for a work trip at 5:45. I was supposed to be up at 5. Got woken up at 4:45, which is just WRONG. WRONG I TELL YOU. To be deprived of that last fifteen minutes when it’s not even anywhere approaching dawn is just NOT COOL. However, it’s just a day trip, and I should be back by noon, which means AFTERNOON NAP. I decree it to be so.
So as I was in the shower this morning, letting the water sluice off the fog of sleep (and failing utterly), it occurred to me that Sexy Next Book (you know, when you’re attacked by a really awesome new idea while you are slogging through some portion of your current WIP) is like a case of poison ivy or poison oak. This occurred to me mostly because I have a real case of poison oak and my leg was itching like CRAZY in the shower (naturally the one day I wear shorts to do the weedeating…). But seriously, the analogy fits. Because if you dare to scratch the itch of Sexy Next Book by writing ANYTHING on it, you risk spreading the rash, particularly if you are in any kind of malaise about current WIP. When I’m hit with Sexy Next Book (and right now I’m actually, not–this post really was inspired by a real poison oak rash), I usually at least try to make some notes so I won’t forget the idea and then put it away. It’s kind of like having ONE good scratch, then scrubbing up with some mental Ivarest (PSA: Ivarest is the BEST PRODUCT EVER for poison anything…get the foaming wash and the cream) to try to keep it from spreading any further. That is my not so brilliant thought for the day. Must run.