Sometimes my brain makes me mad. I finished the first draft of the second book in my series called The Gambler’s Inheritance. It’s not due to the publisher for several months but I wanted to start on polishing it since I don’t want to start anything new before NaNoWriMo in two weeks. I figured I’d spend the next two weeks adding some descriptions and more historical detail to the story. I like to let them simmer a bit before deep edits but I knew of some things I needed to do already and was going to get a head start.
Enter my crazy brain that makes me mad. I went to bed on Saturday with Sunday plans in place. Writing/adding to book two, lunch at parents’, Target trip, get package ready to send to nephew, write out bills. Guess what? I woke up with a Christmas story in my head. What I thought was a very short story that turned into a five scene story. What turned out to be a 6,000 word story in my head. Could I get anything done before I started it? No. Heck, no. I had to write. HAD to. So, I wrote about 1500 words before the command performance at the parents’. I did get there. I did get to Target. But that’s it.
The rest of the freaking day was spent with this story. The. rest. of. the. day. 6,000. words. written.
I’m happy with it, but it wreaked havoc on the day I had planned. That’s why I sometimes hate my brain. It won’t leave me in peace.