I went to the public library for a while today. Nothing gets me writing like going to the library. It’s not being surrounded by books, nice though that is. It’s not the refreshing change in location. It’s not the peace and quiet. It’s not the people-watching. It is, in fact, the terror that someone is going to notice that I’m just staring into space, into the back of my little work station, not moving, with my Alpha Smart in front of me. The need to look like I’m working gets me to actually work. It’s great.
I’m doing okay on the word count. I would very much like to get a bit more so that the next two days are not an absolute hell of words. I’m at the point where I just have to bully and torment myself into writing, just putting one word in front of another until I finish a sentence, a scene, an episode.