It was a breakthrough day of writing like crazy. Don’t want to stop, but must. My Fitbit is buzzing, “Hey, move.” The coffee is long gone. Even the cup is gone. Lindsey came by thirty minutes ago, saw it was empty, and offered to take it for me.

Arriving at this writing moment today had required a lot of preparatory thinking about what was happening, and why. Then, I had to assume an alien’s thinking. He’d been mostly like a Human with some telepathic links with those of his own species and race. But now, his breakthrough had arrived. It challenged me to be him and experience his thinking and behavior as my own.

I guess this is character writing’s version of character acting.

It’s been tough, exhausting, rewarding, with a brutal beauty to the process and result. I want to write on but it’s been hours here, over three hours, I realize, looking at the time. I want to go on, but I remember something I once read about leaving more to write, because it’s easier to pick up that thread and continue.

So I’ll stop now. I’m going to try to take a walk but I feel taxed from writing like crazy, and as a side issue, I’m hungry, and I haven’t eaten yet, today. So, fini.

For now.