The Writing Life: Feast or Famine

So, yesterday was one of those days when the mind — the mind it zzzzzzzzzzzzoooooommmmmmmeeeedddddddd!!!!!!! 

I took notes; I typed words in a row; I took more notes.  My brain was, like, BIG PARTY at Tinsori Light! and I was being dragged along, whether I wanted to go to the damn’ party or not.

Though of course — I did.

This is the kind of day every writer hopes for; a gift from the back brain, when suddenly! it’s all So Clear, and everything just snaps into place.

It’s also an exhausting and terrifying kind of day — so! many! ideas!  coming in a rush.  You’re afraid you’re going to miss something — fingers only move so fast, after all.

So, today, I’m being kind of sleepy and slow.  I did the next-day read-over-and-revise of what I wrote yesterday, and I know where I need to go today, but I’m moving at half-speed instead of Warp 6.

Balance, I guess.

At this Point In Time, Salvage Right (aka Tinsori Light: The Novel) is less than 100 words short of 54,000.

And that’s kind of awesome, considering that, in October, I was writing a story that had already been written from another point of view, to try to teach myself how to write again.

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SNIPPET:

“How’re you doin’ there, Pilot?”

“I have once again established that my head is harder than hull plate.  Apparently this must be periodically verified.”