After a slow start yesterday I’ve caught back up now, sitting on around 3400 words, with plans to add another few hundred, maybe a thousand, later tonight. My story has definitely taken a few surprising turns, and it seems I have two main storylines now. The first involves a character constantly changing his identity and profession (he’s gone from being a fake doctor to a fake policeman), and the second involves a drunkard. I’m not entirely sure where any of this is going, but it’s awfully good fun to write.
I must confess, I’m surprised I’ve managed to catch up so quickly, when I’m far from feeling a hundred percent in terms of my health. But it is a good feeling, and bodes well for the rest of the month, I suppose. More importantly, having done this three times before I am fully aware of the likelihood that I’ll drop the ball somewhere in the middle of the month, so the further ahead I can surge now, the easier it’ll be to catch up later in the month.
My favourite line from my writing so far today would most likely be this one, for which I shall provide absolutely no context (because it’s hard to explain):
“I was far too insane to be able to pretend to be insane.”
So that’s it for now, I’m going to go watch some Billy Connolly and let my imagination rest a little while.
How are all you other wrimos out there doing?