I’ve had a good run of book obsession blog family. For the past four days all free moments involve some type of click.
A friend of mine even went so far to make the comment, “Man. Since you copped that new laptop, you’re working on your book like woah.”
Over the past few days I got through around 20,000 words and concluded the session with, “Sheesh.”
I feel like the difference between writing this novel and the first one is that in the first one, I was more focussed on story elements. Cause and effect type of things. In this book, I’m more interested with what someone sitting on a bench is looking at, there’s a big shift into perceptions.
I dipped to the country for the weekend. While it still feels like f-ing winter outside, forest writing also does me good. I’m thankful to play New York City during the week and then hide out in the sticks for my Saturdays and Sundays. Alas, I shall return to town in a few hours.
I’ve been so glued to my work that even my mother had to ask, “Gretchen, what are you doing?”
“Writing a best-seller.”
“Oh good. Write a best-seller and get rich, so you can buy us an estate. With horses.”
The funny part about that is, no one in my family actually rides horses.
Maybe I’ll learn one day, at the estate. I’ll take just finishing a book for the moment, then onto the next project.