I’ve got my coffee, I checked for ants in the kitchen (there weren’t any), and I checked to see how the Dodgers did last night against the Yankees (you can the girl out of Brooklyn, but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the girl).
They didn’t do so good. Da bums!
I am working on book 22 of the Hot Dog Detective series, the Vacillating Vigilante. My progress has been slow, but I don’t know if that’s due to the heat, the fact that my door is broken and I can’t close it, or that I am just stuck in the doldrums. I suspect that it’s a lack of will – it takes a certain amount of willpower to persevere and keep writing 1000 to 2000 words every day. But that’s what writing takes – perseverance.
I do have a more serious fear, though. I suspect that my story doesn’t hold together as tightly as I would like. I need to review it, make sure that all my characters are following their story lines properly. But some of them are getting impatient. They know the alphabet as well as I do, and they may suspect that their existence will someday soon come to an end.
Yes, I am blaming my characters for my lack of drive. It’s all their fault that I’m not reaching my daily word target. I realize that some of you might find my behavior indicative of supreme cowardice. After all, how can any of my characters defend themselves in this blog? Ha! They can’t! But I know them, each and every one of them, and I am sure they are all plotting right this minute how they’re going to take control of the story and finish it on their own terms.
But even if they do that, maybe we all will end up winners. They will control their own destiny…and I will have Book 22 completed and available to the fans of The Hot Dog Detective series.