Coffee is cold. A quarter of the cup remains. Writer’s butt has set in. Hunger pangs trouble my stomach. Time to drink down the last dregs of cold coffee and head home to fill other needs and fulfillment.
It’s been an invigorating day of writing like crazy. Like, the stream of words is a swollen, raging river of scenes. I just needed to dip in and hang on. Third book of the Incomplete States trilogy is taking shape. The first drafts of the first two books are being mildly reshaped to fit what else is developing. Excitement pushes me to keep writing, keep writing, but pragmatism says, stop for now. Don’t worry. The river of words will keep flowing.