Thursday, May 13, 2010
My Writing Retreat
I’m on a mission.
I have a great opportunity for some free writing time, even though it puts a lot of pressure on my family. Wonderful, supportive folks that they are, they are letting me go on a writing retreat for a week in VT, right on the heels of being gone for almost a week at RT.
I’m working on a new Cougar Challenge book, and the wonderful Quirky Ladies helped me hammer out some important details for the premise last Friday night over crunchy rolls from our favorite sushi restaurant.
Mmm, crunchy rolls. What I wouldn’t give for a – stop. Focus, dammit!
I swear the writing gods think it’s funny to conspire against me. I’m here now, 2 days late, but I’m here. I’ve had everything thrown at me from Mother’s Day to childbirth (I’m an Auntie!), to poison ivy (bad case for DH), to snow, to personal injury.
Yes, snow. That’s not a typo.
Did I mention that I woke up today, my first morning, with pink eye?
So, I’m going along like a journal. Today is Mon, and I’ll post on Thurs. morn. My personal goal for this trip is 10,000 words and I don’t want to change that number for a few circumstances. My foot can throb (don’t ask!), I found sugar for my coffee, and I still have one good eye.
10,000 words. I’m on a mission.
Mon’s word count, 2,015. Goal for today, 3000 words and calories. If I hit it, I get to go to the restaurant across the street and get myself some fettuccini alfredo. I’m lactose intolerant and a perpetual dieter, so this is a huge treat. And no, I do not need to be told it’s probably more than 3000 calories in one sitting. I’m in denial, let me be. Besides, by the time you read this I’ll hopefully have already eaten it, so telling me that would just be mean.
Hit 3011 words, can’t talk, stuffing face. First thing I did was throw away the bread. Yeah, that’s gonna help. OMG, I think this is better than my sex scenes. I’m going to have to reevaluate those.
…or not. Sex scenes – and the real thing – don’t leave me feeling nauseous. Maybe eating ¾ of a platter, and I do mean platter, not plate, full of rich food I don’t normally eat wasn’t my brightest moment.
Total word count so far, 5011. BTW, math won’t work on your end because numbers come from the computer, which subtracts the inevitable edits along the way.
Goal for today: minimum 2000, preference is 2500. I also want to squeeze in two long walks to help clear my head and distribute some of the alfredo from my ass and thighs.
Today will be tough because I’m not completely happy with how yesterday ended. No, let me rephrase that. The H/H are not happy and they’re letting me know it by not talking.
This calls for more coffee.
Checking back in. Late afternoon and time for a shower and a walk. Writing is going well despite not making numbers progress. I’m making story progress, and the H/H are back with me.
The walk has cleared my mind and the beauty of it has made me remember why I love to come here to get away from the grind. There aren’t many places you can step outside and come across this a short distance away. Snow has melted and the weather is beautiful and lukewarm, tho they are calling for a freeze tonight.
I’m glad the story is on the right track, but I failed miserably in my word count. I’m ending the night at 566 words. No telling how many I actually wrote because I backtracked a lot, but that’s par for the course. My end of trip goal number is still 10,000.
I'll check back in before I go home. I have a lot of words to go in the next 48 hours!