Tuesday night writing went the way of the dodo, not because of social activities, but regular life getting in the way. A grocery trip, an NAF post and raw chicken to cook so I would have food add up to loss of writing time.
Not wanting to "let a missed meal turn me off eating forever," I got back to work last night.
Why haven't I done this sooner? Oh, right, I'm an idiot.
It is so much easier to focus on Rhami when all of Rhami is right there in front of me. The problems are obvious, instead of the vague sense of "something's off." Yeah, it's off and there's why.
I've thought of details I should add, new struggles for him to overcome, even created a few extra people to round out his life so it isn't as empty as the set of Law & Order: Criminal Intent.
I may also be messing up the timeline. Meh, who cares? I created the timeline; maybe it needs some messing up. There's no rule stating everybody's stories need to end at the same time. The point is to maintain tension.
I added almost 500 words again last night. That's 1000 words in two sessions compared to 1000 words for December. This was a good idea.
TT: I also noticed this version of the WIP was 66 pages. That makes Tuesday's math correct, which makes me happy. HA!
Another good idea is breakfast. Jimmy Dean chicken apple sausage and scrambled eggs are calling. I must answer. Turtle needs food badly.
Happy Thursday, dear readers. Enjoy the rain.