I actually sat so long at the computer today writing that I made myself sick. And I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t tell you the last time I lost track of time like that. Actually, I can. I was in college, and I had a free evening to write. I sat down about 1 in the afternoon and decided to get a chapter pounded out. The next time I looked up, it was dark outside. I asked my roommate when the sun had gone down. She said “About nine hours ago. I didn’t think you were ever going to stop typing.” I’d missed lunch and dinner, and hadn’t moved from my seat long enough to reach for a bottle of water. I was dehydrated, starving, and had to pee so bad I thought my bladder was going to explode. I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom. I was so sick and exhausted that, once the bathroom crisis was taken care of, I fell into my bunk and slept for two days. I’d written over a hundred pages of manuscript that day. I’d fallen into that magical place that some writers only touch a couple of times in their lifetime. I’ve been searching for it ever since.
Now, I didn’t even come close to that kind of word count tonight, but I got a hell of a lot accomplished. It was more than I ever could have hoped for, and I couldn’t be more than happy with it. If I keep this up, I might actually get The Rewrite of the Damned finished before too long.
As for the new band, I spent most of the evening listening to the catalog of Cold. 13 Ways to Bleed is a great album. Highly recommend it.
Well, back to work. Got a few things left to finish up, then I’m going to bed. I think I’ve earned it, lol.