Day 1 begins
Again, the goal: 50,000 words in 30 days.
My goal is made even more challenging by the fact that I will be taking a five day road trip in the middle of the month, where I will be unlikely to be doing any writing.
This is going to be fun.
Many of my writing friends opted to use the extra hour most of us got today to extend their writing time. I think I used it much more wisely—I slept in, spent some extra time lounging in bed, took a long, hot shower, and had a wonderfully lazy morning.
However, now it is time to get to work.
I have opted to spend my first couple of hours outside of home. I have coffee and a warm french baguette—do you need much more?
I’ve done a lot of preparation work, but as I sit down to write, I feel woefully unprepared. In a way, this is comforting—I want to dive in, race down the highway of creative unknown. Think of it like camping—you see those people with their R.V.s, satellite T.V.s, propane gas grills, GPS units, heated foot warmers, and other luxurious nonsense.
Well that’s not me. I’m like Davy fucking Crockett, with my coonskin cap and hunting knife, saying: “Unknown darkness, prepare to be my bitch.”
