Day Four: Actually Day Five

Say nothing. I am going to get back on target, today! I have written yesterday's word count this morning, I'm going to write today's this afternoon, and hey, maybe I'll get nuts and write tomorrow's too! How would all of you like that? A little overachieving to help you through your day, eh? Don't hold your breath...

Before I list today's numbers, if you haven't been to the movies, lately, let me recommend Paprika, a crazy little Japanimation flick about blurring the boundaries of science and nature, and reality and dreams. It was fantastic, and virtually guarantees to leave your head wonderfully clouded with imagination bursts like you haven't had since you were five. The soundtrack was pretty crazy good, too (on iTunes). To the numbers.

Daily Goal: 1667

Today's (i.e. yesterday's) Word Count: 1715

Surplus/Deficit: +48

J.W.B.: 778

A short excerpt, for today:

“Dude it’s fine, don’t worry about it. You know I like to drive. Something about driving calms me, even when my mind is flying a hundred miles an hour like it has been for the past week. Ever since I was in high school, if shit hits the fan, I could hop in my car and drive, and while it didn’t really solve anything, at least I felt like I was doing something, you know? Sometimes I think that’s my favorite part of traveling, whether it’s driving back home or when I was backpacking around sub-Saharan Africa, I like to be on the move, heading somewhere, going new places. Right now, after a couple of days in one place, I feel like I need to get back on the move.”
“Good thing we are leaving for San Francisco in less that a week then, eh?” Joe asked, excitement barely contained. “This road trip is going to be stupid!”
“Yeah, take our time, get out there whenever we want to. It’s going to be nice to get the hell out of this town for a long time, get away from everything.”
“Get away from her, you mean,” Joe growled.
“Yeah, that too,”

Today's post will be up later today. Unless it's not. But it most likely will be.


This is me holding of the various notebooks that I use to try and keep track of everything. The little gray one in my left hand I carry around with me everywhere, in case inspiration strikes while I'm on the john at the bar or feeding abandoned kittens or something; the one in my right hand I'm filling up with outlines and calenders and character sketches (though right now most of the characters in this book will be based on real people, so there isn't a real big need to flesh them out, yet); the one on the table is my journal, where I claim to put my deepest thoughts and wishes and dreams but I really just talk crap about those of you who aren't doing a good job cheerleading; and the silver one is called a PowerBook, and it's not a book at all, it's a laptop computer. I mostly use if for writing, or to let my lady friend borrow it when she wants to look up 'men you can only dream of being,' whatever that means.