This past weekend, what with the unusually cold and snowy weather we’re experiencing here in the Rocky Mountains, it allowed me the wonderful opportunity to sit and write. For hours.
Some days it takes longer than others to get the words flowing. But usually sitting in my favorite writing haunt in a nearby cafe, with the fireplace a-cracklin’ and my synapses a-firin’, I’m able to really dig in to the writing.
I love it.
Logged 4,000 new words on Plummet over the two-day break. I can now see the end of the novel on the horizon. That completed chapters 21 and 22. Made some surprising discoveries (one of the main characters gets “offed” in a most grisly way) and learned some more about myself along the way.