As expected, yesterday was a complete flop for writing.  Circumstances were against me.  I had to travel for work, which ate up most of the day, besides being draining.  I knew I’d have about an hour between finishing work and getting on the road, during which I could eat dinner, hang out at a mall near the office (with nice chairs!) and wait for the rush hour traffic to abate before I got into it.  I figured, I could haul my laptop along and do some writing then.

And I did–a grand 174 words!  See above regarding “draining.”  Those 174 only got written because I could tell myself, “It’s NaNo–WRITE!”  And it really, really helps knowing that a lot of other people are doing it too.  But nevertheless, it was not a terribly productive day.

Today was better…ish.  Writers out there, do you ever have a day when you know you got a lot done, but you just don’t feel it?  1,774 words today, which puts me just ahead of the goal, but it was a draggy day for writing.  I love those days when the story pulls me forward and I can’t type fast enough to keep up with it.  Off the top of my head, I can think of two specific evenings that were probably my best ever for that kind of writing.  And there are plenty of satisfying days.  And there are plenty of blargh days, where it’s a matter of me dragging the story instead of the other way around.

Oh well.  The good (and bad) thing is that the feeling can turn on a dime.  The words got written, and tomorrow is another day…and I think I got myself right up to the edge of a pivotal scene that I don’t have the energy to handle right now.  Tomorrow.

In the meantime, have an excerpt.

I closed the book I hadn’t been reading anyway.  I had been talking to Mina.  They say, in the terribly practical books that Mina reads, that if you’re ever so unfortunate as to have a very large and potentially hostile predator staring at you in the woods, don’t move.  Movement attracts them.

My book closed and my father’s eyes swept to me, piercing, hard, cold.  It’s not the sort of comment a girl ought to make about her father, but he has creepy eyes.