I went back to the novel on Monday. It was a good day. I zipped along. Tuesday wasn’t as good, but I got down what I needed to. I have to remind myself that I’m going to rewrite and not to worry that I have the same word in consecutive sentences. No, not I, the or and.
Which reminds me. I picked up a crime novel in the store the other day and glanced at the first page. There were five “justs” on that one page. I use my search tool to get out just, very and really. Yes, there’s a place for them once in awhile. And I don’t mind them in dialogue, depending on who’s speaking.
Back to my writing on Tuesday. I finished the chapter I started the day before. And I knew where I was going next. I still do. But I didn’t write today. Life interfered.
I plan to write tomorrow. I would rather sit and read Sarah Waters’ book, but I’m not going to indulge myself. Even though no one is waiting for the novel I’m writing I still have to apply some of my discipline on my daily schedule or I’d never do any work.
I’m going to go read that book now.