Life Drives Me To Caffeine
Hmm, it’s been a few days and Devan left the door open on the room he locked me in. Maybe I should update this…
Just kidding, he’d never lock me up. I couldn’t get to the keyboard if he did, and that’s the last thing he’d want.
So, I’ve spent the past few days going from work to my local Starbucks again. No, I was not looking for Mr. Textbook (yeah, I know, I gave him a nickname, pathetic, but he had one with him at the time). Honest, I had to get away from my apartment. Why? Because they’re cutting the balcony off my apartment in order to replace it and I finish my day-job work day before they do. Ugh. It’s hard to work when they have saws and hammers going. It’s a wooden balcony, in case you couldn’t guess. Worse, I suspect I’m in for at least a few more days of this. Oh well. More Starbucks, maybe more cute guys too.
I was also in need of extra caffeine today. Have you ever woke up from a nightmare that you slept through your alarm clock? Oh, no? That’s just me? Hmm. Need to rethink these dreams then. In any case, I did exactly that at 3:30 this morning. My brain was trying to say it was 6:30 (I get up at 6). It tried to tell me that same thing at 4. And every half hour after that. Until 5:30. When my neighbour in the apartment below me started banging on something, I know not what. The day did not get better from there. I worked through my lunch. At 3 though, I got some potential good news, and that made me late leaving, but was totally worth it if this proves out. Still, after all that, there needed to be more coffee in this writer, and I knew they’d still be working on my balcony.
It’s funny, with all the crap going on in my life, I’m amazed at how well the writing has been going. Monday I finished the day at 3,633. Yesterday, I put in a solid 4,094 words. That blew me right by 80k and into 81,123 words. Yeah, go me. I’m pretty much back to the outline, though it won’t be smooth sailing through it for a little while. The detour used some bits and made swiss cheese out of some entries. Oh well, it worked out well enough that I really can’t find it in me to regret that. I’ll make it work in the end. I’m sure I can do it.
Of course, being on the later part of this book, part of my mind is, quite predictably even to me, turning to the next book, the close of the Necromantic trilogy. I have some good ideas, and the writing of this book, especially some of the sections I’m working on now, is leading to more and fleshing out some of what I already have. We’ll see what I’ve got when I’m done this book, and build from there. I’m not writing Book 3 until November. I’ve already promised a friend that we’re going to buddy up for NaNoWriMo Classic, as it’s her first time.
Also predictably, an upcoming period of being between books is making Reah come out of the woodwork. She just spent 15 minutes whispering some of the most delightful things in my ear. Spire of Time is shaping up to be a fun project, for me at least. Reah’s going to go through hell, but she seems willing. It makes me wonder about her sometimes.