The time is 3:30 a.m., Saturday morning, and I am writing this by the light of a flickering candle. We had a savage winter storm that knocked out our electricity some time ago. Fortunately, the wood burning stove we installed last autumn is doing its job wonderfully. The house is toasty warm and we have had hot food. Life is good.
Kathy, Charis, and the dogs are all sleeping peacefully, but I got up to tend the fire. As I sit here writing by the light of a candle I feel so Charles Dickensish. I am surprisingly awake so I am writing this post to be transferred to the computer when the power returns.
So, what actually happens to a writer’s mind when it has gone too long without input from the modern world? Why, it begins to devise story lines of course. New ideas flow like waters through a burst flood gate. I am scrambling to make notes to inspire new directions and things to explore.
Hi folks, I wrote that in the dead of night. I was actually having fun, however, I wasn’t getting any real work done. It is time for the ROW80 confession.
1. Write 10,000 words per week. (Barely made 4500. Today begins a new week.)
2. Read 10,000 words per week. (Yep, managed this one.)
3. Edit ten pages of a completed MS. (Big zero on this one. Bummer.)
4. Feature a new author every Friday. (We were powered down Friday. Will have someone new for you this Friday.)
5. Read and comment on 10 blogs per week. (Only managed about half this one. Sigh)
Folks, if you are an author and want to be featured on this blog, just drop me a line here: firstname.lastname@example.org
So that’s how and why I disappeared last week. Please tell me you had a more productive week than I did. J