Yesterday, I had the most productive writing session that I've had so far on the new novel. As I mentioned in my last post, I had some good ideas for the first flashback, and I wanted to "strike while the iron is hot" and get them written down asap to ensure that I didn't forget any of the details.
I had a small block of time between family duties and other responsibilities, and I wanted to take about half of it to write and the other half to relax. But as I started writing, and things started to flow, I didn't seem to be hitting a stopping point. And I just couldn't stop myself since I was writing so productively.
Last night we went to see fireworks and we had an unusually late night out waiting for them. I was a mess: I was tired and a bit grumpy. I guess I was already tired from the week at work, and writing right through my small window of relax time really took it out of me. Sitting in gridlocked traffic for 90 minutes after the fireworks didn't help matters... I told my wife that we are getting fireworks on Blu-Ray next year. I was only half kidding...
Oh well, at least I doubled the word count of the manuscript yesterday. If I could keep that pace up, I'd be done in a matter of weeks. But it's fairly clear that I can't keep that pace up and be a reasonably cheerful human being. So it's time to put the brakes on a bit.
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