The other morning I fulfilled a promise to go grocery shopping with my partner. I even made myself slow down instead of racing through the aisles. That was tough, though it helped listening through headphones to Black Veil Brides.
(stupid food, don’t you know I don’t have time for you during NaNo?)
Andy Beirsack of BVB |
At least we left with lots of
meals planned. That’s good. But then I drove us home where it took more
precious time hauling and stowing all our finds. By one o’clock in the
afternoon I had not written a single word toward my National Novel Writing Month project.
That decided me to go back
out to a favorite writing location. There’s another market (pricier than where
we shopped) with a public use area up on a mezzanine. I have a great time
sitting up there above the produce department, spying on shoppers when my eyes
and mind need to wander a moment.
It was really fun the day
before Thanksgiving. The holiday brought out shoppers I don’t normally see,
like the young couple who could not keep their hands off one another. ~leer~
For a moment I thought she might shove him against the strawberry display for a
thorough grope.
(but that’s just my vivid
imagination, which brings me to the real point)
On the way to the market I
felt a creeping fatigue, probably due to the big fat deli sandwich I crammed
down my throat while putting away groceries. Oh, and don’t try the blood orange
flavored yogurt. Nothing like the fruit, this stuff was a sickly sweet glob of
goo.
Anyway, driving through one
neighborhood not far from our own I felt half tempted to turn around. However, I
was not dangerous behind the wheel and figured writing would wake me up. How delightfully
true that turned out to be!
I ended up creating a new
character, secondary but with close ties to a main protagonist. As my word
count reached the daily goal toward the coveted 50,000 due on November 30th
I had lined up my next day’s story arc.
Meet Kyros 'Andy' Andropoulos, Renounced Greek Heir Thanks to Mr. Christian for Posting his Image |
On that note, I’d better get
going on that. The hour surpasses my magical 11am starting period. And those words don't write themselves.