Two good days in a row. Whew! That hasn’t happened in…well, I can’t even remember.
I am proud to say that I have a beginning, a middle and an end. Shay is still a junkie, but her character transformed right before my eyes today while I was on the treadmill. I only got about 20 minutes in today because I was afraid I was going to lose the ideas and story, but my legs were just fine with that. They aren’t sure what they like less, the weight of carrying my ass around or the pain that I’m putting them through right now. I’m getting back into my old jeans if it kills me. (Sorry legs, you’ll thank me later).
Anywho, it took on a new twist. A totally fuckin’ awesome one, if I do say so myself. As soon as that happened, the ideas just started pouring in. I have no idea how many words because I’m still writing it out on my ugly pink legal pad and I’ve had to add another because of the twist. I have different colored flourescent note cards everywhere a legal pad on each side of me and the computer in front of me pushed to the back just in case. Just in case of what I don’t know, but I go into serious withdrawal if it’s not there. No table top feels right without it.
As far as the project in the basement, I took a heat gun to it and used my first favorite tool on the planet, the 5-in-1 and scraped the paint from it. There is no easy, fast way to remove paint from wood. Right now it’s a tool that helps get me motivated and brainstorming. I am thoroughly enjoying the writer’s life at this moment.
Did I mention I hate door to door salesman? “Look fucker! If I want what you have, I’ll fuckin’ call ya! Now scram!”