The Tuesday Ten-Thousand

I'm about to attempt something insane.  Due to the glaring inefficiencies of airline crew scheduling, I arrive in Boston tonight around midnight and don't leave until sometime early Wednesday morning.  Boston is a lovely town, with much to do.  But not in the middle of winter.  My sun-bleached bones can't take an all day cold.  But this works to my advantage.  I've long complained about layovers where I feel compelled to get out and do something.  In fact, I've wished for bad weather so I would have a reason to stay inside and write.  Well, 28 hours in New England, in February, seems a good prescription.

Now, I realize this is ridiculous, and I hadn't planned on blogging about this until, and unless, I'd actually done it.  But boasting must be backed up and now that it's out there I feel compelled.  So, tomorrow I plan on writing all day.  My goal: 10,000 words.  Yes, it's silly.  I'm more apt to write 10 words, but what the heck?  If my critique partners are to be believed (although I'm not convinced they are), my writing is far better than even I realize and it is a crime I am still unpublished.  I figure you have to finish something to publish something and 10,000 words is a step in that direction.

Rather than waste a perfectly good day, I will don my finest velour suit (the latest in men's leisure wear), delight in a bottomless mug of hot chocolate, and type until my characters grow tired.

Wish me well.