La Vie Boheme

Not much writing happened at

Not much writing happened at Write Club tonight, but then, after not seeing Julie for about three weeks, and being too busy to chat much at work, is it any wonder we spent most of the evening gabbing? Still, she finished some edits and I kickstarted myself again on "Midsummer".

And we made a deal, a deal that scares the crap out of me. I was telling her about how my friend Eric (former co-worker and aspiring horror writer) writes for an hour in the morning before work and then another hour in the evenings. We oohed and aahed over his dedication, then both wished we could do the same.

"Tell you what," said Julie, in a voice that should have caused me to flee right there, "how about we make a deal to write for an hour every day in April."

I wavered. But agreed. We shook on it. So, every day in April, I will write for one hour a day. No word count requirements, but if I'm honest with myself, I know the difference between writing for an hour and staring at a computer for an hour. One hour a day. No excuses, no skipping one day and writing two hours the next, but one hour a day.

If anybody else would like to join in this little pledge, let me know. Maybe we can give it a spiffy title, or at least offer support to each other. :)

And if nothing else, I can reassure myself that Julie and I are not utterly insane.