We’re slightly over the half-way mark, cookie crumbs, and it looks like I’m still ahead of the game by barely a day’s worth of writing. I’ve yet to fall behind on my word count – a first for the six (!!) years I’ve done this. My success so far is due to hiding in a conference room every day at lunch and writing. I’m also writing on the train on the way to work. On the way home, I go through my crappy notes and see what scenes need to be written. I write a lot to get ahead during the week so that I can slack on the weekends.
So far I have…
- 3 dead subjects of biographies
- One angry ghost
- A former first lady, her longtime secret service agent, and her best friend, a part-time psychic medium.
- Four cats, only one of which has a two-word name (so far)
- Two bleary bleary eyes
Maybe I can become the Debbie Macomber of crappy paranormal mysteries!
