It’s 2AM, which makes it Thursday, but… it counts. We’re writers. It’s not like the day starts before 3PM, right?
(Please tell me it doesn’t start before 3PM.)
So. This book. I was right on track to meet my (arbitrary, self-imposed, etc.) deadline, except this week has been very chaotic; birthday business, the hallway is getting remodeled, family visits — and my brother-in-law-to-be stayed over for a couple of days. Long story short, I haven’t gotten as much done as I would’ve liked to, and yesterday I realized that a lot of the stuff I did manage to write on Sunday and Monday was… well… really boring.
Seriously. Boring. Gross.
So I ended up chopping a couple of chapters yesterday, then cannibalizing them back into the book yesterday and writing a tiny handful of new words, and I’m only trying to get back on track with my daily minimum today. I should still be able to catch my deadline, but I did lose a couple of days of work because of this.
63660 / 85000 words. 75% done!
I normally don’t do that much slicing during first drafts, but if I’m bored writing it, it probably needs to go.
Anyway, I still need to write around 400 words, so here’s an excerpt and then I’m back to work. Valentijn just did something Very Traumatic and is being checked up on by Hawt New Coworker Dude:
Instead, when the door creaked open, Nkem stood in the opening.
“I just wanted to check up on you,” he said. He leaned against the door frame. “Since you left so abruptly yesterday.”
I looked up with tired eyes.
What would he think of me if he knew what I’d just done?
“Thanks. I ended up being only a couple minutes late,” I murmured.
“Your dad seemed extremely happy to see me. I think I like him. May I?” Nkem hovered one foot inside my room.
“Maybe you are a vampire, huh? Needing an invitation to come in?” My smile felt weak at best and likely didn’t look any better from the outside. I let it slip from my face. Maybe Nkem ought to simply leave. At least until I felt like a normal human being again.
Or semi-human, in my case.
He slid inside, shut the door behind him. So much for the vampire theory. “You’re in trouble.”
“I told you I could handle it.” I leaned against my desk. The edge pricked uncomfortably into my legs.
“Which implies there’s an ‘it’ to handle.”
I stayed silent.