There is nothing quite like curling up with a good book, a cup of hot tea, and a purring kitty. Of course, the cat will inevitably start biting your petting hand, you’ll spill some tea on yourself, and someone will start talking to you.
I want to write books that cause that look, the look that says “Really? You interrupted my book for that?!” I want to create a world so interesting that the reader loses themselves and their worries in it.
Which means I need to study my craft by reading books that do that to me. And I should also, you know, actually WRITE MY OWN.
As you can see from the meter on the sidebar, the goblets novel is close to 90,000 words. My goal is to reach 100,000 words before November, and 110,000 words before the year is out. The tricky part for me, the reason why this is taking so long, is letting go and writing a crappy first draft. So I’ve created a mantra, one which I should really post near my computer:
I can fix it later. Just get it down.
Before it can captivate, I need to capture the bare bones of it on paper/screen. That’s not a tall order. So I’ll grab my tea, fend off the cat, and I’ll put my pen to that page and say, “You interrupted my writing for that?!”
Keep your pen on the page,