Last week was complicated by the dress rehearsal and performance of Messiah, followed by (perhaps predictably) a major migraine and then (not predictably) a gut bug. So progress on the book last week was minimal. I can write nonfiction while somewhat feverish or with a migraine, but I can’t write fiction.
However, today I was on the mend by midafternoon–I could feel the fiction-writing neurons coming back on line–blink, blink, blink, steady–and so I started in again and the pages have been flowing. Only about 1000 words, but compared to zilch…that’s good.
I’ll be set to start tomorrow with what should be a very satisfying battle. The (mumble-mumble) are in a desperate situation so they will no doubt fight very fiercely; the (other mumble-mumble) are outnumbered but not incredibly so, and they’re also well-motivated.