So Monday was my first day of “Faking It.” I read everything I have for Sig. I actually opened a file. (Yes, it’d been at least two full weeks since I’d done that if not more, so it was a big step.)
Yesterday, I set a goal of 250 words in Sig. I got 417. I also completed Power 90 Sweat at level 3/4 and was able to get all the way through it, even though I’ve been hit or miss for months now.
Today, I did Power 90 Strength at level 3/4. I cut my reps back to 10 (I was up to 15-20 on all sets) but kept the weight where I was before. I was able to do everything, although I couldn’t get anywhere near as many reps on my max pushups. Squats I did fine, but my knees were definitely tired going up and down the stairs the rest of the day.
Then I had some people just randomly start talking in my head. The last time this happened, I ended up with Lady Blackmyre’s Her Grace’s Stable (coming soon from Samhain), so of course I had to listen. I had no idea who she was (no name) but I knew immediately which story she belonged to. It was just a few rough lines I’d jotted down for an anthology call months ago.
2,131 words later…
Isn’t that crazy? I have to beat Sig within an inch of his life to get 250 words and I sit down in an hour or two tonight and have 2K on a different story. But that’s the way it is sometimes. I didn’t let my muse off easy either. I *had* to get my 250 words for Sig before bed.
I wrote a bit and checked my word count… 98 words. *headdesk* I’m in the politics of Zijin and I’m feeling my way through several new characters and I don’t know that I’m playing them correctly yet. Oh well, I can always revise it later. It’s just slow going until I figure out who wants who killed. (Although short story: everyone wants Sig to kill someone.) I refused to give up until I hit my words. Finally, 334 words.