How to write a novel (NO, REALLY):
1) Get enough sleep.
2) Get the hell out of bed.
3) Get the hell out of the house.
4) Get yourself some caffeine.*
5) Unplug from the world.
6) Motherfuckin' write.**
*This step is optional. Unless you skipped step 1. In which case, double step 4.
**In some cases, such as writing or poisonous-snake-wrangling, harsh language is not only allowable, but necessary for mental survival.
I am feeling good about this.
The daily word "requirement" to hit 50,000 by the end of November is 1,667. Today I wrote 1,877. Go me!
It really feels good to finally be allowed to sit down and write. It feels fantastic, even when I'm thinking that what I just wrote needs a complete rewrite. In fact, not rewriting is the second hardest part (the first hardest being the parts of the day when I can't write). I even have a sticky note on the background of my laptop that states, in big letters: "Remember: It's Novel Writing month, not Novel REwriting Month."
It's hard to remember.
In other news, my legs and back are...better? Two days ago it hurt to walk, yesterday it only hurt when I used my thigh muscles for "hard" work (sitting, standing, crouching), today it only really ached when it got busier and I was running around the store. However, the base of my spine was twinging on and off, and at one point I stretched so hard that I made myself dizzy. So, yeah, need to get around to calling that chiropractor!
I'll end this entry on a disgusting note: my second-to-last customer of the day was two (2!) venti 15-pump 6-shot white mochas. TWO. Between the syrup, espresso, and whipped cream on top, there was maybe a half-inch of steamed milk in each cup. The shots alone cost almost $3 per drink.
And with that teeth-rotting thought, I bid you good night! Wish me luck tomorrow!
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