As I mentioned in my Blurt of the Pantser post, I’m on a roll with a new story. I’ve written – an all time record for me – 30,000 words in 14 days and am feeling very, very happy about it.
But I have to say, a part of my brain has started to ache. It knows that the story needs to conclude, but it’s a bit tired and sore from all the exertion. To the extent that it’s been conniving to not have to write by doing stuff like forgetting to pack the notebook in my bag or distracting me with a desire to watch movies. Poor writing brain!
My shoulder’s not overly pleased either because I’m writing on trains and trams which it kind of hates.
Overall though, I don’t care: My body can do its best to tell me it wants a break, but I’m too damn close to the end of the story to stop now.
Besides, every time I sit down to write my writing brain picks up from the last sentence and goes racing on with no stops at all. This rarely happens over long stints of writing (and may never happen again), so I’m trying to exercise those muscles to see if this can’t become a feature.