Ok, novel. We're 20 days in. And I hate to say it, but the shine is starting wear off. It's not that we're not making progress. We are. We're at a hair over 34,000 words, which puts us just a smidge ahead of schedule. But I have to admit that I'm struggling. I don't know if it's that the newness has worn off, or that you're just not interested in this relationship anymore, but the excitement, the passion, the tingle just aren't there like they used to be.
Now I admit that I've been a little distracted too. I've got the house in California, and travel for work, and alright, I've been using pretty much any excuse to just put in my minimum effort. Yeah? Well, entice me. Giveme some characters that sparkle, some dialogue that's snappy, some plot twists that leave me breathless. Give me ninjas, dammit. My Bride, after all, is a few thousand words ahead of us. And that is just plain wrong, I tell you.
Come on now, 10 more days. You can do it. We can do it together.
More caffeine, less TV watching.