I got a bit better than 2000 words today. Got within two scenes of the end of the book. But more than that, I was sitting there writing with tears running down my cheeks, blinking fast just so I could see the screen, writing like someone crazed.
I think I got it. I think I managed to bring the crux of the thing to life, though I haven’t had the nerve to read back over what I got yet. But it felt right going in — going through.
Later I’ll take a deep breath and see what I got; see if I managed to stand in the middle of the windstorm and catch the butterfly as it whipped past without crushing the thing.
If I did, then I’m almost done.
Love the analogy. I’m sure the 2000 words will be terrific!
Happy dance sent your way. Congrats!
Wonderful analogy. I’m betting you caught it. It’s very hard to fool the writer into those kinds of emotions.