Act III or ‘The Victory Lap’

There is a game I like to play in my head.  Its something I do to battle exhaustion at times when it really matters—when I’ve got to keep going just a little bit longer.  Mostly I play when I’m running.  I’ll have put in four grueling miles, sometimes more, and I know I’m a mile from home.  Though I can barely breathe I’ll shout into the little microphone on my earbuds “Hey Siri, play _______.”  If she understands me through my grunts and groans she complies with my request, then I lower my head and think:

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100,000 Words and a Lofty Goal

Well, this is a first.  I’m getting my Tuesday process post in just under the wire tonight.  My work schedule changed this week on account of an annual facility maintenance shutdown, and I’m enjoying my afternoons and evenings at home.  My writing schedule is shot to hell though.  I don’t mind.  I said before Thanksgiving this was probably going to happen.  Truthfully its nice to have this forced break.  Its allowing me to focus on Christmas and prepare for the new year.

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A Tangible End and Running Shoes

I seriously considered letting today pass without one of my usual Tuesday posts about the process.  Truthfully I don’t have a lot to write about at the moment.  I haven’t read any more inspiring books and I’m not struggling with how to convey this or that idea.  In fact, I’m not struggling at all, and thats a really great feeling.  But still I decided to put down a few words.  This one is going to be short and you won’t find a link to it on Facebook.  I’m not taking the time to come up with an eye-catching graphic to accompany it.  Its just a few words, mostly for those of you who’ve been kind enough to subscribe to my scribbles.

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The Price of Salt

Ten days after my twenty-fifth birthday—Thursday, July 18, 2009—I woke up early and headed to work as usual.  I expected it to be just another day in a string of extremely long summer days—I run the aquatics portion of our summer camp and typically my days are thirteen hours long at this time of year.  Being halfway through the season I was understandably exhausted.  I remember throwing my hands in the air sometime around noon and telling my boss I was preemptively taking the following day off.  I needed a break for my mental health.

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The Holiday Hurdle and Thankful

If I’m being perfectly honest it doesn’t feel like I had a very productive week.  I guess the key word there is feel because the evidence suggests otherwise.  I finished writing Chapter Thirteen and I’ve been busy doing a further revision of Chapter Twelve which is now done.  There were some plot elements and a little bit of backstory I needed to retrofit in order to move ahead with Chapter Fourteen.  I’ve done a lot of thinking about my characters—Meredith in particular—and I think there is some really great stuff coming up.  Well, maybe not great for Ryan, but great for the story.  So yeah, I guess actually I did get a lot done, its just not as much as I’d have liked.  I wanted to be done with Chapter Fourteen already.  I suppose I was looking for quantitative progress when really most of what I’ve gotten is qualitative.  Thats better in the end, but right now I’m all about number of words on the page, so it doesn’t feel like much.

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