It was an ugly day.
Okay the weather was bad, too. High tornadic winds, rain. Thank God we were fifty miles south of the tornado weather. And the bayou is high and muddy, the trees gray with nothing but spanish moss blowing in the wind Even I'm ready for Spring.
But it was also an ugly writing day, you know, the kind where you just glue your butt to the chair but you're not impressed with what dribbles out onto the page. The experience everyone talks about - you just slog through it. But at about 1800 the characters grabbed the reins and moved it forward with more pizazzz.
I ended up with 3200, but will probably lose some of it in the editing process. That's why I'm targeting a higher word count. It seems like it's taking forever to get to those crises the characters are going to go through, the bam, bam, bam of continually increasing stakes.
Maybe I'm avoiding the process of thinking through those plot points. Maybe that's why I have more love scenes than I expected!
May be but the hero sure has been enjoying himself. Too bad he's going to find out today that there are consequences!!!