Oh. Oh there's the plot. Well. Fuckity. OK THEN. Starting with a bang then.
... brain. What are you doing? You were doing so well for awhile there - what happened? Where are the words? Do I need to get the pointy stick out?
The illness part of #IllnessFueledWriting was a joke - I shouldn't have to have the flu in order to write.
Good lord. Ok, another 1400 words - these weren't porn though. More like taunting the bad guy into an iocaine powder situation. Ok, that's good, plot is starting to surface... kinda.
Ok, another rando scene dropped out of brain and into text. Go writing! ... can I have a plot to go with... no? Oh. Ok... um, thanks brain - let's just - we'll keep going with that for now, yeah? Less porntastic on this next few tho plz?
3890 words later. They're finally done with that 'power struggle'. The demon won of course. Now maybe I can get to something involving *plot*, now yes brain? No? Maybe?
Brain you are not helpful.
#IllnessFueledWriting report: hey - 600 more words! We're now nearing 4k... Crap - this seems to be working. Double crap - this doesn't seem to be compatible with work-work.
... I have terrible time management skills.
Ok - the word vomit on these scenes has slowed down some in the last week. Solutions:
* Get the flu so my fever brain can word vomit some more.
* Get a new character to obsess over for some more scenes.
* Actually outline this book.
So... FLU IT IS. #illnessFueledWriting
Bastlynn