How I Am

This is going to be short, because as previously mentioned, I’m writing a novel. Even when I’m not writing a novel, I’m writing a novel. My goal of five pages a day is achievable except when life intercedes. Then, I am pitchforked by evil twins Anxiety and Guilt, telling me I’m not a real writer but a crisis actor.

Anyway, it’s going well. 75 pages, 23,000 words so far. The plot moves along at a healthy pace and I like to imagine the jacket blurb saying “propulsive.” If I didn’t already know what was going to happen, I’d be dying to know what happens.

People ask me how I am, and I say good but super busy and they ask me why so busy? and the first thing that pops into my head is I have to rush back home to research vegetables that might reseed themselves in a fallow field. Carjackers just shot an innocent guy in the head before tossing his body onto the street! But I think for a second and say I’m watching my grandson a couple of days a week. They must wonder why I look so haunted.

Anyway, this is just to tell you that I’m good but super busy. I’m guiding four people I am still getting to know through the post-apocalypse one word at a time while watching my grandson and occasionally walking the dog. My worlds keep collapsing in on each other, which is how I know I’m doing this thing exactly right.