(Title is unrelated)
It is currently...2:32 AM in North Texas. I have Family Guy on Adult Swim in the background, and a now room-temperature diet root beer and a bowl of ever-softening Coco Puffs teetering precariously on the desk above my keyboard.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have had a breakthrough.
For anyone who's been paying attention, I cleared almost 3,000 words today on my WIP.
Once again, I am surprised by where the story takes me. I've been puttering along, extending Book 2 only through editing for far longer than I care to admit and checking my email every 15 seconds for...well, anything.
Then I change scenes, and voila; there the story is! Sneaky little bastard. Hiding all this time just down the hall from that abusive a-hole Levi's bedchamber. Silly me, hanging around there for weeks, hoping he'll say something interesting. Pshaw! I should have known better.
All right, break's over; back to work.