Last night I wrote for an hour.
I did three pages (single-spaced) on my inspirational and literally had to stop in mid-sentence in order to get the kids ready for bed. I was quite proud of myself. :-)
I also managed to get some more key plot points figured out in Robert's story. Instead of tackling the dirty dishes in the sink and worrying about the crumbs on the floor in the living room, I went outside and sat at our picnic table in the backyard and enjoyed the crisp, spring evening, a pen and notepad in front of me. (I did manage to get a load of laundry done, though!)
My husband busied himself in the garage (he's is SUCH a guy) and my daughter dug for worms in the front yard. I'm anxious to get back to it tonight.
If I could ever get HTML figured out, I might be able to put something up to help me keep track of how many hours a week I write. I confess, I'm hopelessly HTML-illiterate. I'd like to change that, but when do I have time? I should be writing, right? :-)
I'm anxious to get started on Robert's story, but I don't feel that I'm ready yet. I'm not going to make the same mistake as I did on my last manuscript, namely that I didn't have my key plot points figured out. I don't want to know EVERYTHING that's going to happen in the story, because that's simply not very fun to write, but I DO need to know the major turning points for both the internal and external conflicts.
I feel a lot more motivated about my writing. And that's half the battle.
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