Word count: 79
Still reading and working with Protag 1’s dossier. I added a little bit to something I finished, too. Also, my word count spreadsheet says I only have 84,956 words, so I have updated my counter to reflect that. Not sure where I went wrong; I probably entered a number incorrectly.
There’s a scene I want to write, but I’ve been avoiding it until I can get a few more words under my belt. Or perhaps I should just do it.
The most difficult part of a book to write is the middle. It tends to sag sometimes. Whether you start at the beginning or skip around like I do, the middle bit is like that stretch of dull, endless highway between your home and your destination. You’ve gone too far to turn back, but you’re not sure you have enough energy to go on.
You get sleepy and you try to focus on your craft, but you’re anxious to get to the end, and so it suffers. You drift. Sometimes you get so far out of your lane that when you go back and reread what you wrote, the incongruity of it is like the blare of a trucker’s horn snapping you out of your doze. You veer back into your lane and vow to pay attention. You’re dedicated.
If you want to see an example of dedication, watch this video about a man in India who has cared for his feathered friends for over ten years. And did you know there are wild parakeets in southeast England? Yes, it’s true. I’ve seen them.