I wrote 6,725 words yesterday. This wasn’t editing my
current manuscript. This was something totally new, completely new words pounded
out first thing in the morning before coffee.I don’t know if these are words I’ll keep or not. I haven’t gone back to
read them. I don’t know when I’ll read them. Maybe I’ll never read them.
That’s the thing about writing. You can work on anything you
want. If you get tired of working on your romance, you can always go back and
start something completely different. Maybe a sci fi.
Back to the word count.
I often wonder how it is for others to try to understand the
workings of a writer’s mind. Right after I wrote these new words I went out to
get coffee.I was by myself and I
planned to visit my mom so I didn’t stay, just went through a local drive
This is how the conversation might play out in my head:
Drive thru attendant:“Good morning.How may I help
Me: “Large black coffee please.”
Drive thru attendant:“How’s your day so far?”
Drive thru attendant:“Oh really?Why?”
Me: “I wrote 6,725
Drive thru attendant: “That’s amazing! You’re Nancy
Henderson right? I thought that was you! Oh my god! Will you sign my book?”
She whips out a copy of my latest release.I sign it and she holds it to her heart. “I
will cherish this always!”
Drive thru attendant:“So that’s so great that you wrote so many words. I totally understand
why you’re so incredibly happy.”