I've been in procrastination mode lately, and I was falling behind on the new book. So, early to bed, early to rise, early to the page . . .
The writing day did not start out well. in fact, by the time I'd been at it an hour, I had about 100 words. Oh dear. Then came lunch--my favorite meal of the day. Finished reading the paper while I chowed down on curried black beans and rice and then showed up at the lap top once more.
And played about ten games of Solitaire. And felt guilty because I wasn't working.
Then I lost my Internet signal. For about half an hour. PANIC! PANIC! I must know what's going on in my tiny world. I must not miss one email. I must be able to access Facebook at all moments of the day!!!
After messing around with the router, I got it back again. Whew. Dodged a bullet.
Back to work. This time, I exited the Solitaire game. For good. (Well, for the day.)
Wrote a sentence. Checked my email. Wrote a sentence. Checked facebook. Wrote a sentence, did a piece of research. Wrote a sentence. Ripped some hair from my head.
The problem is/was -- I had no fresh ideas. I had to get Tricia and Angelica from one scene to the next. Scenes A and C were written. I just had to connect them.
So I tossed in something unexpected. Whoa! That worked like a charm.
Bottom line: the first 750 words of the day took five hours to write. The next 1100 words took half an hour to write.
Why can't I have more half hours like that one?