Thou shalt not drink red wine and work on your novel. No matter how smart you think you are.
Ha ha. Seriously. I made a great dinner with good friends and had three glasses of wine or more. But, when you drink, that is the worst time to write. Of course, now the angry wine gods are making my stomach pay, and not in flirty lap dances, but in acidic nasty ways.
The ideas will have to wait.
I have been reading The Fireman and paying really close attention to how much Joe Hill does not over narrate. I just have to keep reminding myself that the important thing is to finish my draft AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN, make it pretty.
Dr. Jesú Estrada,