November 20, 2001
Hanging in there. Waiting for
Hanging in there. Waiting for this weekend. The words are coming out of me one at a time; I'm dragging them out with a winch and chain at times, it feels like. I'm about 6,000 words behind, but I can still catch up. I wrote my way past my block tonight, and started tossing in some notes about the next couple of chapters.
Not a whole lot going
Not a whole lot going on last night. I managed something like 200 words. For the first time, I got stuck. The words I did write were mostly chapter synopses of chapters to come. I'm starting to get a little overwhelmed by the wholeness of my story. It might just be because I'm tired, I don't know.
I did, however, start editing some other pieces. I worked on "Rhythm" some last night, trying to get it ready for a new submission. I also started editing some personal essays, for submission to a book about "generation X". Hey, if I'm going to procrastinate, I may as well procrastinate by writing, right?
