As some may have noticed I was back on the air last last night, this after a long trip back through the wilds of the Midwest and into the Near East, the later of which was done in straight-up darkness. Not that I’m not used to driving from the Ohio border to The Burg in darkness, but . . .
At least it wasn’t raining like hell as it did one time when I returned and the road was so black I couldn’t really tell where the pavement ended and the shoulder started. Though there were a ton of notices up about deer being in the highway–as well as a few of said remains to let me know the notices weren’t joking.
So this means the only writing I did yesterday was the morning post–though I did take a great picture before leaving home.
An interesting point about driving long distances now: I can’t work out scenes in my head the way I used to do them. There was a time when I’d get behind the wheel, roll on the power, and about ten minutes into the trip I’d start working out plots and points and stuff like that. But now: it seems like about an hour into the trip I’m looking for ways to keep my mind off the fact I’m gonna be on the road for half a day, and I start wandering in my own head.
However, I did work out–for the most part–a new scene that comes after the one I’m in how, and how that scene affects something in scene after. I mean, I didn’t work it all out: I’ll do more when I’m walking home from work, but for right now I have the basics laid down and I know how it’s going to proceed, although this means I need to make up some more shit because I have something in the next scene that you may have seen before.
That said, I’ll get to finishing my “Say Goodbye to the Polar Expressers of 2013”, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. I had like four hours of sleep last night and I’ve had to deal with a lot of crazy already this morning, so I feel I’m going to be on the verge of a major crash out by seven tonight. But I will do my best, I really will. Because I have people waiting.
This last four or five days have really been a bit of a step away from writing, and I’ve felt like I needed the break. Not that I don’t want to get back into the novel and finish it, but the stress of the last few months was taking a toll. Now, I can do my best to concentrate on writing, because everything is done and there weren’t any hiccups along way. All is totally copacetic as they say.
So, back to the grind of torturing my kids for a few more months–
I think I’m good with that part.