One Step Closer to April

Even though this weekend didn't pan out as I thought it would, I'm still starting this week off well! Instead of writing any time the last two days, my boyfriend and I decided that a trip to IKEA would be a much better idea. But, luckily, I put together everything last night and broke down an old dresser that had been acting like a living room table-thing for the last few months, so I'm free as a bird. So, while trying to sign up for some ridiculous app, I've been writing and waiting. Looking over how much I've written in the last two months isn't especially impressive, but I realize that I've gotten more down than I thought. Which, I suppose, is a win in itself.

But now that we're a week closer to March, the stress should be settling in, right? Oddly enough, it's not. Right now, I'm looking at an unfinished scene I've been trying to write for awhile, and I'm not even worried about it. I just thought to myself, Well, move on and it'll get done when it gets done. Honestly, that made me stop in shock. That's not me. I'm stressing out right now looking at my file box and the pile of papers on top of it. I don't like leaving things undone. I think about it all day and night until I finish it. But I just moved on right now, opened a new scene and started going to town on it. I don't think I'm a pod person, but who really knows, right?

There might be one more problem with this story. I said that in April, I was going to pull double duty for Camp Nano. I'll be writing a screenplay with my boyfriend and then I wanted to get this one story started. I figured I wouldn't get close to 50,000 words on it, but just to get it going would be wonderful. I've had it all mapped out for quite some time, so that's why I figured it would be easy-peasy. And then my little brain woke up one day with a wonderful idea. A wonderful, awful idea. I had an idea for a story, and I latched onto it like it was chocolate. I love it, and the more I think about it, the deeper I fall into it. Yes, I could save it for July (which is, really, what I should do), but I'm excited about it. This is what happens. It drives me insane. 

No matter what, though, Amory's story is first. I'm really not that far from finished, but that's all in my head. It's about getting it down on paper. And isn't that the pain in the butt part?

Still, I bet that Friday will come and I'll say, Man, why was I complaining? I just wrote eighteen billion words this week. Keep your fingers crossed.