Perfectly laid plans often go awry.
I'm relaxing in a hotel, prepared to write, but enjoying the coffee and the calm far too much to engage my brain deeply.
I'm violating all of the writer rules. I immersed myself in my story last week, and haven't been back to it in days. I'm going to lose my mojo, if I have not already.
But the coffee is good and the calm is quiet, and writing is really hard work.
How badly do I really want this? I want it badly. This blog may be my warmup. It may be my day. I'm not sure yet. But for another five minutes. I'm going to let William Faulkner's, Ernest Hemingway's, Stephen King's, and Michael Connelly's advice bits remind me of what I should be doing, until I'm ready to do it.
It's a beautiful morning. Maybe it's time to get cracking.
Peace out, homies. Have a good one, wherever you are.
Wanted: a good set of sentences to grab you from the depths of the internet. I keep trying to catch your eye.