Today is the day that I am nearly always in a mad rush to finish files and get them uploaded and complete my invoice and remember to send it to The Money Guy (who is also, sexily, The Audio Fixin' Guy) before i go to bed. add to that my special circumstance of this morning turning in ten files that needed to have their rates "confirmed"... which doesn't generally happen same day...
I wrote extra yesterday to make up for probably not really having time to write today. I've done just about a thousand words. I'm in a good place. i'm still ahead for the day... but not by as much.
The incline of the graph was daunting today. when i saw how little my towers are, and how tall they must become. I've been writing snippets. nothing real. no confict. just little conversations. little stories that may or may not fit into the final.
But then tonight i'm making stir-fry and my mind is turning and turning through the stories i have written from before... the Apocalypse stories. And i'm twisting and turning and crocheting my current thread into something and i suddenly realize hey, i just picked up this other color. i've given myself a wide opening in which to draw the apocalypse stories through into Spencer's and make them make sense. Give Spencer his task.
He keeps talking about the thing that has taken him, and he doesn't know what it is. Qutie frankly, i don't know what it is either.
this is a problem.
But we're solving it together.