The Journal of Michael Merriam

I think I'll hit the end of the first draft sometime late tomorrow or early on Wednesday, though I think I'm going to run a little over the 20K mark. Of course, by the time I rewrite and reach the final draft, who knows how big it will really be. Well, at least 20K, because that's what was called for.

Kudos to the wifey, careswen, who was understanding about my complete meltdown earlier today. I really wanted to have this first draft finished by tonight, but a million little things that needed my attention keep cropping up during the day, and the writing never got on track. She let me work this evening after dinner so the day wasn't a total wash for writing.

The fact that I was having a terrible vision day and kept bumbling into walls and doors and cat tails didn't help my mood, and when I dropped our best cold pack from the freezer to the floor and it hit with a splat and burst, sending white gel goo everywhere, frankly that almost ruined my whole day. Of course I was stupid and bent down to pick it up and then...

Well, if you guessed I hit the back of my head on the slowly closing freezer door, you would be correct.

Yeah, one of those days.

Tomorrow I plan to take the laptop to a coffeeshop, someplace away from all the distractions of the house, and write until I either finish the first draft or explode from espresso overload.

Untitled Weird West Steampunk Novella