Y'all. I am so proud of all of those words.
This week was our first week back to school for the 2015-2016 school year. This means even less time to write than normal (I homeschool, yo).
Last Friday I wrote 800 words. I didn't write over the weekend (I don't usually). I didn't write at all until last night. The kids were in bed and the house was quiet. I was really, really tired. I opened my laptop and started to surf over to Facebook or Twitter, and then I was like, NO.
So, I opened Scrivener and picked up the thread of my story. I was watching the little project meter turn from red to green and then I hit my word count for the day and I sighed. Made it, I thought. I can quit now, I thought. 368 words is good enough.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. I just barely dragged that scene over the line. It took me ages to figure out what to do there.
I felt so happy to be done.
Because I had no idea where to go next.
But then I was like, You know what? NO.
I opened a new scene and I just started writing. No plan. No thinking about where to go or how this fits in the plot. I just wrote.
And when I had to quit to take a late night phone call I had written 1600+ more words. And they were the most glorious, authentic words I've written in awhile.
So, my advice?
JUST WRITE. GET OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY.
Off to take my own advice.