Whew! (Just sharing ...)

I just stopped writing for the day and my heart's pounding. I want to keep going, but if I stop now, I'll be eager to jump back in tomorrow morning. Plus I need to get to "real" work, though how I'll concentrate is beyond me.

In the middle of the scene where Shea, my MC, meets her father for the first time, at the age of 38. They're meeting for lunch in the Pink House in downtown Savannah and of course she's a bundle of nerves. She considers slipping away from the hostess, finding her way downstairs to the cellar tavern and drinking herself silly, but that wouldn't be proper. She has no choice but to sit down with this stranger and get to know him.
I hope, when I read back over this later, that I was able to capture the tension - I feel it, hopefully the reader will too!

I'm at 36,882 words. The story is playing out at the right pace to conclude at around 85k words, the characters are talking on their own without me having to put words in their mouths, and doing what they want to do, and I can't wait to get started each morning. It feels so damn good!

How are you ladies doing? Have you gotten through the holiday and found time to write? Anything exciting to share?

Thank you, Elaine! I hope you find yourself in the thick of excitement soon too! It IS magical!

There are worse things to procrastinate with, Jan. This place is a whole lot better for your creativity than playing solitaire! Hope you got some writing done though!

How's your willpower holding up MerriTudor? Have you been getting some writing done? What about you Jan74?

I reached 84K words yesterday and intended to get up this morning and write the final chapter. But we went down and spent the evening standing around a fire pit, drinking, with neighbors down the road last night. I drank too much. Without eating anything. I got up this morning, let the dogs out then fed them, made coffee for the SO, made myself a glass of ice water, looked at my laptop sitting there waiting for me, and went back to bed. Got up for the second time a little bit ago, made an egg sandwich and ate it while staring at the screen but can't seem to organize my thoughts. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, and that egg sandwich is sitting like a lump of toxic waste in my stomach. I don't think I can handle the intensity of the first scene in the final chapter. In fact, I'm not sure I can handle the intensity of sitting at this desk much longer. The couch is calling. Maybe I can sleep this off and write this afternoon.

Ugh.