It was not the ‘sonic boom of writing’ like I predicted yesterday. No, it was more like a sonic beep. I kept having to stop for research. And this time, ‘research’ is not a code word for more vodka. (I’m cutting down to 1 day a week until race day. Or at least that’s the plan..) This time, research means research. I had to look up some ancient Celtic symbols, do some important tree research, and I had to figure out where to hide a certain thing in my book. That took some major Winnie the Pooh thinking on my part.

Sometimes writing sucks. Sometimes it’s a big turn on, and sometimes, it’s a big let down. I’m ready for my writing to turn me on again. Honestly, right now, I feel like I’m on a date with a guy who looks good on the outside, but something isn’t quite right with him. So I keep making eyes at the guy across the restaurant (new book idea), because he looks really good to me, and his smile is turning me to goo, and I can picture his hands lifting up my shirt on my face, and his dark eyes staring into mine and all I want is to sigh into him and kick the dude at my table to the curb for being so stupid and try something new.

However, me and my date might be able to come to an understanding pretty shortly. I made a bit of a breakthrough yesterday with my hard earned pages, so I’m thinking my date is about to start showing me who he really is on his own instead of making me work for it. He better hurry up because I have a very short attention span and the guy across the restaurant is looking really, really good right now.