I’m in urgent need of vacation. I know it. My head is reeling with thoughts, but I can’t really concentrate on anything, so it’s definitely a bad time for reading and writing. I can manage 3 pages of a novel, 200 words on paper… but then I just find myself procrastinating and being distracted. I’ve been meaning to find out more about some literary reviews I’ll submit to in September, but why oh why am I reading blogs instead? And then I push the wrong button and even my WordPress posts disappear. Some days I’d better stay home in bed.
On a less grouchy side, my project is now more than 23,000 words long, and I haven’t even reached the half yet. These are times where the plot thickens (I compare it to a simmering stew, when the sauce reduces, mmhh…) and choices must be made. My main character is someone I don’t completely like, as it’s often the case. He’s not particularly courageous and has a lot of failings. I don’t like to write about perfect heroes, but now I must learn to live with that guy.