Man! These days I’ve taken to wearing glasses while I work, especially in the first draft stage because I need to look at my notes and I’m forever looking up historical details (thank heaven for Ask Sam!). Anyway, the glasses start to bother me, so I take them off, so then I can read the computer but not my notecards. Glasses back on.
By the time I had finished my word quota last night (now it’s a grand 6,000 words per day), I had a headache. By the time I piled into bed at 10 p.m., it was a rip-roaring nightmare. Thankfully, my head was once again serene and normal (whatever that is) when I woke this morning.
How’s the WIP coming? 26,200 very messy first-draft words, right on schedule. My skeleton of a plot outline is filling in, but now there are TWO skeletons, and if not for my notecards it would be a royal mess.
All right–two o’clock (getting a late start today) and 6,000 words before I sleep. Time to get typin’ . . .
P.S. Some urgent prayer requests in my email today. Friends, I am praying.