Me and the espresso maker
The first draft is humming now. Since I kept flipping back from the FD to the outline to copy in stuff I’d already written, I decide to spend my writing time Friday moving everything from the outline into the FD that appeared to still work. What a job. But interesting. When I finished, I had over 13,000 words in the FD. Of course, most of that is destine to be trashed in the next 42 drafts, but. . . still. . . it feels good after all the fearful agonize that it was all nothing but pointless keyboard pounding.
I’m hiding-out all weekend to write. Me and the espresso maker, my BF. Only one person I’d love to call me, but I’m sure that won’t happen. Need to get as much done on the FD as I can in the next couple days. A big pile of what-pays-the-bills work is about to topple from the inbox on top of me.
