I didn’t sleep well last night, and I’ve been dragging all day. With my head hurting, I really didn’t want to write, but I made myself sit down and try. I managed to get about 700 words. Better yet, I think I might be able to keep them. That last scene still needs an edit, but I think I’ve introduced the heroine better. I got inside her head so readers can understand her. Chapter One now stands at 5,152 words.
Sometimes I write in sprints. I tell myself to just work on it for an hour, and that’s my focus. I can’t hop on the Internet or go check the mailbox. It’s writing time. I recently bought a kitchen timer. It has huge numbers that show the time counting down. I can see at a quick glance how much time is left and watching the numbers tick down makes me realize I’m wasting time. I love it. It’s a simple thing. A watch or a clock or a phone will do the same thing, but they don’t have those big numbers, standing there looking at me. And they don’t have the obnoxious beep that this thing does. Hey, whatever works, right?