Four cups of coffee followed by a chaser of two cups of (non-herbal) tea leads to about 1500 words and the near-completion of a first draft. Not, lamentably, one of the three I’ve been glaring at for the last couple weeks, but a whole brand new one that I started ’cause I had an opening. Sigh. I suspect this one will be unsaleable, because, again, I’ve written to one, highly competitive market only. But I enjoyed writing it and I feel good about simply getting words on the page at last. ‘Course it’s not quite done yet. But I know the ending already and I’m almost there.
I’m beginning to think that if I don’t finish a story in its first week of creation, it won’t get finished. Now that’s just sad.
But at least I’m writing something.
I think I’m on the tail end of my caffeine lift. Do I have more tea, or crash?
On a happy note, our Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 2 DVD set came in today in the mail. Hurray!