I preface this post by saying that this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. After this afternoon, I didn't really feel like writing tonight. I was pretty exhausted, I already wrote my two-thousand words (even though I skipped last night since I knew I'd have the option today) and I had just come home from having dinner with the in-laws.
So, instead of succumbing to the lethargy of it all, I found something that smashed away the torpor, with a vengeance. It's called alcohol. In fact I'm hard pressed at this very moment to find a problem that a pint glass (or two) full of Irish Creme and Buttershots (with some ice) couldn't help with.
Not that I'm encouraging alcoholism, nor do I want to feed into the stereotype that all writers must drink before composition. I am, however, saying that it really cut into the languid feeling and while it didn't energize me, exactly, it did what alcohol does best. It got me to issue a challenge.
Fortunately for me, the challenge was internal and was with the written word and not in a bar facing down a few belligerent (and also drunk) hooligans looking for a fight.
Anyroad, I believe this is a milestone for me. I'm only about thirteen-thousand words away from my end goal for my first draft and I've never written over four-thousand words of fiction in one day before. Well, unless you count grad school, but I don't.
Thanks for reading and as always, thanks for your support!
~Stephan
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