Writing Like Crazy

It all worked like it’s supposed to work today, that is, how it’s supposed to synchronize and develop when I sit down to write fiction. I threw off worries and seized the chapter that began stewing in me when I finished yesterday’s session. Just let it flow, tune out myself, tune out the world and write, write, write. 

Forty-five minutes, more or less, as far as I could discern, I’d typed twelve hundred new words in the novel. I can look at it as, not a great amount but I’m still moving forward, or I can look at it as, woo-hoo, twelve hundred more words! Most floods begin with small drops coming together, pooling and flowing, I told myself, seeking to be the optimist.

After writing that chapter – for that’s what this is, the skeleton of the next chapter – I edited and revised it, correcting grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and sometimes making a pacing change or clarifying.

Then, as I read the final lines written, I cackled with quiet delight about what I’d written, because it was just so much fun. The chapter brought everything together as I’d hoped, expected, planned and tried to achieve, but those final lines, they came from somewhere more devious.

Good day of writing like crazy. I hope you all have the same.


Surfing the net, scanning the news, I come across the tending news on Bing:

Stories you may have missed: “EnvelopeGate”


First, will we ever discard the fucking ‘gate’ suffix? They probably posted it as a joke but it’s worn out as a joke.

And this is your trending news? Something that happened last Sunday night is your trending news on Friday? Something of little significance, too.

Oh, Bing, how do your algorithms work? In a world of change, conflict and strife, where political and historic norms are being challenged and social advances are being re-examined, where the very intent of many governments and their structures are being questioned, in an era when people’s freedoms and lives are being proscribed by civil war and violence, and earthquakes caused by human activity are on the rise in America’s heartland and the polar ice caps are melting with Antarctica hitting record highs – sixty-three degrees F – is this really what America is investigating, searching and following?

Good God, I hope not.

No, it’ll probably lose out soon to a new song, a new phone, a NASCAR race, or the NFL combine. There’s the scandal.

Hey Writers

Strip away the ego.

Shred your fears and doubts.

Subdue your self-loathing, and write, write, write.

Write deeply and fully. Write like nobody but you will ever read it, like nobody but you will ever judge it.

Write, write, write.

Do you hear?

It feels like I’m talking to myself.

Today’s Theme Music

Admittedly, I don’t know much about Phillip Phillips. I know a couple of his songs, including this one. It was released in 2013.

I like the chorus of the song. Deciding to use it today after thinking about the song earlier in the week, I found this YouTube video. I like the children singing with him and the simple setting.

Here’s Phillips with the PS22 Chorus singing, ‘Gone, Gone, Gone’. Have a wonderful day. Beware of cravings.

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