I got up this morning, took a shower and dressed, sat down and wrote over 2000 words. Decent ones. I was so into what I was doing that I forgot about the time and when I looked it was 5 minutes before the dog was supposed to be at the groomer. Briar was just up and in pjs, and the dog was nowhere to be found. So with just 2 sentences to write, I dropped what I was doing, threw clothes on the baby, found the dog, herded them both into the car, and sped to the groomer’s.
I should have set an alarm. Lesson learned. (?)
Kettle suggested I needed a dream so I could dump some information about the history. And she was right. I think it worked really well. Not only was it good for the place in the story, but putting myself in flashback mode really helped me understand the dynamics of their relationship in the past and how things are likely to play out now.
I sort of feel better prepared to deal with what’s coming up, except for the fact that right now I am totally wrung out and fried.
I’m such a lightweight.