Sometimes just thinking about writing is good enough to be counted as writing. (as in, I got an entirely new idea about what needs to happen in the next scene in NIGHTCRAFT MOTHER which was completely unexpected, yet exquisitely perfect for this rewrite.)
Sometimes not writing just happens. (as in, in the 30 minutes I was home today before an evening out, I worked on Iron Springs crits and talked to a sick Jay, including encouraging him not to write, being sick and all.)
Sometimes a social evening out turns out to be incredibly writing-related and helpful. (as in, the President of Glyptotronics’ friend, who is in town, who was the reason for the dinner out, had read EEL RIVER, and had all sorts of really fascinating, helpful, and exciting commentary for me about it, and that makes me want to work on it again!)
And sometimes, I am almost too sleepy to think further. I woke up at 4 this morning; it is 11 and I am still up. That is wrong, and I will rectify it momentarily. And I MIGHT write again before vanishing off the grid tomorrow afternoon…and I might not. If we don’t speak again till next week–be well, all!