Work Is For The Desperate Who Wish They Were Free

So I thought that work was going to be bad for my writing...boy, was I wrong!

Okay, the first two days of the week were rough...just barely scratching out my 500 words, slugging it all the way up to Largo (yuck, Largo) in the morning, sitting in front of a blank computer all afternoon (I couldn't log in until I was given a username and password...and the IT guy didn't get around to it until yesterday). But yesterday and today I spent all day down here in DC, and I had very quiet afternoons where, when I wasn't dealing with calls, I could just sit and write. As a result, I wrote 1,854 words yesterday and 1,716 today, for a total of 44,917!!!

Wahooooo!

The most diverting part of all of this is Mer's budding relationship with Bryn. Each is developing feelings for the other, but while he's going to disobey his superiors to help Mer, she's going to betray him in a misguided attempt to serve her country.

In fact, I think her betrayal is what will get them captured for the first time, which allows me to introduce two more major characters: Bard, their inside man, and my personal favorite, the traumatized, cowardly, fascinating Pilot.

It occurred to me the other day that some of what I'm writing is rather...incendiary. It's certainly not as PC as it could be. Maybe that'll come in editing...but I hope not. I want to be controversial if I possibly can.

Probably it's as rousing as a glass of warm milk, but a girl can dream!

One weird thing: I can't believe how much fun I'm having writing this! It's all I think about, all I seem to want to do. I was in training this morning and had to keep reminding myself to focus: every few minutes my mind wandered back to the story. Who are Bryn & Mer? How would they react in X situation? What is going to happen next?

If I could do this for a living, I'd be the happiest girl in the world. As it is, my favorite thing about my job is the quiet afternoons that give me time to write. I'm sure they'll be gone soon enough--everyone's been saying that July's a notoriously slow month--but for now they're proving invaluable.

Anyway, I've got to feed the cat, take a shower, cook dinner, and eat...all before 8pm. Can I do it? WE SHALL SEE.

Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum

Word Count: 44,917

Writing Mode: Surprisingly productive...and unwilling to stop!

P.S. I was able to work a code I made up in middle school, wrote in all through high school, and perfected in college into my story! Used it for a rather important email...super jazzed about that! The reader doesn't have to break it, of course: Bryn explains what the email says. You have to trust that he's telling the truth, however. Mer doesn't believe that he is. Spoiler alert: he's not.