Got a nice little scene tonight, a cut-out scene in which we watch three strangers in a coffeehouse: A brilliant young guitarist, an aging rock god, and a red-headed woman in the audience. Omniscient point of view through most of the scene, settling into the POV of the young woman as she suddenly realizes she knows one of the two men playing guitar, and decides in that instant to abandon her life in NYC to leave town. Maybe the country.
Also got over 1200 words on How To Revise Your Novel, Lesson 1, today.
In spite of which, I’m still sick. Sore throat, constant headaches, sneezing, dizziness, a general feeling of “Can’t I just sleep until this goes away?” Ugh.
I’m productively sick, though. Makes it bearable.
How’s it going for you?