This is no longer precisely up to date, because I went on retreat last month not this week, but it was written while I was on retreat and I’m finally remembering to post it, so you’re getting the live-action version of events. :)
So I’ve written, uh, 48,357 words since Monday morning, and that is VERY CLOSE to 50K, and part of me VERY BADLY wants to write the other 1643 words to get there, but…I’m writing this blog post instead, honestly. I’m tired. For some reason. o.o And who knows, I may yet still, but for the moment, this is it.
I was given access to a friend’s holiday home in Cork for the week, so I’ve been sitting here doing very little but writing, sleeping, and womanfully ignoring this view:
The truth is I don’t really find it that hard to ignore it, but it is magnificent and I’ve enjoyed looking at it when I’m not looking at a screen. The weather has been outrageously beautiful all week, so lovely I kind of hate that I’ve had to work, but also, well: 48,357 words.
A couple nights ago, I took myself out to a local Indian restaurant for dinner, where I was the only person eating in. I think they put on a Nice Middle Aged White Lady playlist for me. It was Indian music when I came in and then I got instrumental:
- I’m Never Gonna Dance Again
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Take My Breath Away
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All By Myself (this was the moment at which I thought, a little pointed, innit?)
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Endless Love
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MY HEART WILL GO ON, THEY ARE REALLY COMMITTING TO THIS
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Unchain My Heart
and I departed on Can You Feel The Love Tonight
10/10 WOULD DINE AGAIN, AMAZING EXPERIENCE
(the food was fine :))
I’d done enough by Thursday that my friend whose house I’m bothering was able to come over (lol. borrowing. see, i’m very tired.) and we hung out for a couple of hours, which was a lovely bit of human interaction in a week that was otherwise entirely focused on the keyboard. yes. it has been Nice.
Oh, but do you know what’s incredibly aggravating? After writing nearly 40,000 words in 4 days, last night, when all I wanted to do was sleep, my tired little brain finally gave me on ramps to the superhero paranormal romance stuff I’ve been threatening FOR YEARS to write. Why would it do that? When I wanted to sleep? And have NO TIME AT ALL to write something like that?
Also super annoyingly, indeed to my utter outrage, while I made some notes last night and remember most of what I was thinking about it all, at some point I came up with a pretty good name for the superheroes and a bad one for the supervillains (the bad one might have been ‘myriad’, which was bad because it just didn’t make any sense), AND I CAN’T REMEMBER THE HERO ONE, DAMMIT
I mean not that it matters, because I’m not writing superhero smut anyway because I really, truly do not have time.
48,357 words, though, man… just… maybe… like, i’ll… i’ll be right back, ok, guys…? just…brb…
yeah, ok, we all knew where this was going to end today, didn’t we.
total retreat wordcount: 50,283