I’m writing this from the comfort of my easy chair. The house smells like corned beef, and the semi rye bread I’m baking right now. I’ve got my Pandora radio on a station I call “Dropkick Murphy’s”. Old What’s Her Face* made some Guiness brownies to have after dinner. We’re all ready. I even have a bit of Irish whiskey ready. ( the spelling has been a debate for years. The current rule is to add the ‘E’ if the country has an ‘E’ in it; thus IrEland.)
I didn’t get to the writing cabin until after 8:00. Lisa** was dressed in her lab coat with the bloody paw prints and black tights. I pinched her rump.
She snapped around and asked, “What the hell was that for?”
“Saint Patrick’s Day. You aren’t wearing green,” I said.
She made that thousand yard stare that told me she was Googling. “Well you could have told me. I’m trying to pass for human here.”
“But then I wouldn’t have gotten to pinch you.”
She ran for her room and changed. I fired up my iPad and hung a sheet over Doubt***. I didn’t need him today. I wanted to write without doubts today.
I followed my task list and helped my main character, Patty, gather her team. They had to concoct a scheme to fool her parents, and it seemed to flow.
Lisa returned in her green corset dress. She’d weaved a choker out of shamrocks, and carried in the beer horns. They strutted around the coffee table while she filled them with Smithwicks. She raised a horn and said, “Éire go Brách.”
She doesn’t need to drink, but since it’s a holiday she took part. We finished our beer break and went back to work.
I kept writing, and scared the kids a bit. They put their plan into motion, and set up the next phase of the story. School days are working out to be an annoyance for them, but a blessing for me. It helps to drag the answers out, and builds a nice tension.
When I stopped, my word count was at 57,147. This is 2991 for the day, and 4277 for the weekend. Hopefully, it’s enough to get Lorelei**** off my ass.
I think I’m going to hit my 80,000 word goal for Will ‘O the Wisp, but I’m not certain.
Now I need to get my submission ready for critique group. This is the first time I’ve shown them anything in first person, and I hope I didn’t blow it too bad.
* Old What’s Her Face is not my wife’s actual name
** Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. It’s available on Amazon right now. She’s a robot, and helps me at the writing cabin these days.
*** Doubt is a raven. He was a gift from my Muse.
**** Lorelei is my Muse. She’s pissed over my low word count lately.