The writing schedule is working out beautifully. You know, how I know it works? It's seamless, and ideas are coming out at a great pace. Getting into this writing mode is effortless. (Don't hate me. I word vomit then become revision's bitch.)
The only slight block was this cold. I rarely get writer's blocks. This morning, I swear my brain went on strike. It said, "Look, I need to heal your busy body," and it quit. Literally. Full stop. Period.
That was the weirdest fucking thing ever. I can usually write no matter what, except for maybe through labor or a migraine, but I honored whatever happened, and took a short nap.
Ah well. I will peck away at the novel, this afternoon. I may actually go home early and evaluate more student drafts, but I hate being absent from work.
I am over the moon, though, because I got my first batch of short stories from my creative writing students, and I can't wait to read them! There are no big egos in my creative writing class, did I mention that? And the writing has been excellent and honest. Can't beat that.
You Struggling Writers, Persevere, Despite Blocks.