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Dec. 7, 2016, eight days to deadline – Figuring out a major plot twist this close to the end: not optimal. But feeling pretty damn smart and pleased with myself nonetheless.

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Dec. 6, 2016, nine days to deadline – Had to put the truck in four-wheel drive to climb out of my icy street this morning. Then caught the train at the tracks and waited waited waited. Worth it, though, for a perfect latte.

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Dec. 5, 2016. 10 days to deadline – Dear God. I’m starting to wake up at this hour even without the alarm. Happy (?) Monday.

Dec. 3, 2016 – Well, shoot. All this time, I thought it was “Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go.” Now I find out it’s home from. Nonetheless, I’m off to work, to dig dig dig dig dig dig dig for diamonds of phrases. Or something. Yeeesh.

Nov. 30, 2016 – A full(ish) night’s sleep makes a world of difference. Hit the coffeeshop at 6:30 a.m. and hit Book 5 at 6:31. Hampered by a dying power cord (new one arrives today; thanks, Amazon Prime), but I got enough done to feel good about the day. Turning my attention now to eight (nine, ten?) hours of the day job, but can’t wait to get back to it. Whoopi-ty-aye-yay.

Nov. 26, 2016 – A new scene turned into a new chapter. Now working on a kickass ending. What’s kept me going all day? Why, those tried and true writing standbys from the way-back machine, the Ramones. Hey, ho!

Nov. 25, 2016 – Twenty days to deadline, and what am I doing? Adding new scenes. Oh, yes, I am. And deeply into the cheesy music phase of writing, too.

pieNov. 23, 2016 – I could draw a bunch of shaky analogies as to how crafting the perfect sentence is like making the perfect pie crust, but that would involve way too much BS. At some point today, some writing will get done. But this time of year, the pies take priority. Crust is key. This recipe from the New York Times’ Melissa Clark works every time. Pay no attention to the amount of butter. Because pie.

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Nov. 22, 2016 – Arrived home from a few days of traveling, and champing at the bit to get back to the ms. Zoomed up to the coffeeshop at 6:40 a.m. – late, late! – only to be greeted by the above. That awful sound you heard this morning? Me, screaming.

img_0160Nov. 19, 2016 – A walk in the woods today with this guy, during which all sort of possibilities arose. Bears. Monsters. Snakes. And with each dire scenario, a way to deal with it. Swords against the bears. Invisibility when the monsters appeared. As for snakes – “If there’s a snake, I want to see it!” That works, too. When do we lose it – not just the imagination, but the ingenuity, too? All this by way of saying, the next time I have trouble dreaming up a plot twist, I’m going to remember my walk in the woods with Charlie. He’d have no trouble at all.