Day 77 of 365:
Week? What week? I can’t believe it’s Thursday. Again. So soon.
I hate to moan and complain, because I know Thursday is supposed to feel like Friday Jr., and it is almost the weekend and all…..but oh. my.GAWD.
I’ve been writing like crazy all week, so one day just kind of melted into the next. Now of course, because it’s Thursday, I am running out of things to say.
Plus, I have no energy. At all. I feel sluggish and lazy and am totally paranoid that I can feel another cold coming on. So yeah, I’ll admit that I am just dragging myself along here. Is it time for bed yet?
I will say this: doing research for the purpose of writing a novel is tedious and bothersome. It’s the one thing I can honestly say scares me about writing fiction that is based in reality. Especially when I am writing about events that take place in well-known cities, and in the past. I can’t thank the Internet enough for existing. As I write, I am constantly searching for facts and proof that my ideas are plausible.
Dear Internet: You are so, so, SOOOO convenient, being at my fingertips and everything. I love you….
Have you seen that saying? About being a writer? “Pay no attention to my browser history. I’m a writer not a serial killer.”
Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure that my browser history would have some people scratching their heads, wondering “what the f-.?”