mmerriam | This Is Not What I Meant To Write

So remember how I promised I was going to write something light-hearted, even if I had to write a short story? Remember?

Last night before bed I added another 670 words to The Novel, getting a chunk of scene involving Jack, the protagonist, and Old Man Lobo put down. Jack's decided to stop letting things happen to him and start taking control of the situation. Good for Jack. This scene will happen at the one-third mark of the book, but I may want to move it up even earlier.

Side note: I've started writing non-sequentially lately, writing scenes that come latter and connecting them up, writing new scenes for earlier and plugging them in. I've never done this before. I've always written in a sequential, linear manner. I blame

mrissa for this change. After reading her journal while she wrote her last novel, I got the itch to try writing non-sequentially just to see how it felt. I like it. End Side Note.

Last night in bed the monkeys in my brain wouldn't stop chattering, so I got up, thinking maybe a mindless infomercial and a glass of milk would help. An hour later I had a rough draft for a short story. Today I wrote it. 1700 words of Dark Fantasy.

I'm still waiting for the light-hearted.

The Reverend Selena has shown up and requested fuzz time, so I must go pet the warm purry creature.

See you all later
Michael