First 3 am blog, technically 4 am. This should be interesting, because I tend to get a little nutty at 3 am… this is when my true writer self awakens when most people are sound asleep. This is the curse of the night owl, or perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise.
I basically sat for 15 minutes writing words and phrases that came to me. Images of childhood came flooding back, and surprisingly, the verbs and nouns were vivid. I usually write airheaded stuff. But this stuff was straight out of a Hemingway short story. Rare for me. Very substantial phrases with…grit?
This is day 2 that I have set aside the last 15 minutes of my day specifically for novel writing. Pretty big win, considering I’ve been avoiding the damn thing for like 10 years. Maybe once or twice a year I’ll dabble with it again, then get so run off my emotional train track, I put it back down again and let unresolved issues continue to fester. Whatever.
This book will get written, even if it means I have to kill someone – including my old self.