As I write this at about 10:30 last night, my hamster brain is running its wheel trying to figure out how the hell to end NIGHT SHIFT. Take a look at the word counter over there on the right. Yeah. Right there. See? When I updated last night, I was at almost 52K. On a book that was slotted to be 30K. Then 35K. 40. 40. 40. Going once… 45K. Do I hear 50? I have 50. Do I have 55? Sold at 55K. Maybe. The auctioneer’s gavel hasn’t banged yet. This story just keeps going. And I’ve learned some very personal things. About the Russian, whose road name is Russki. About Gravedigger, who doesn’t believe in happy ever afters. But most of all I’ve learned about Easy, about Sam, and about what they are together. The love scene I wrote tonight has a subtitle of “Tender Beautiful.” I didn’t listen to music when I wrote it. I don’t have a song soft and tender enough on my playlist. You’ll have to read the whole book to get there because it’s toward the end. And speaking of endings. I really need to figure out how this suckers ends. And that’s a problem. I don’t have an ending.
Which is why I was writing this at going on 11:00 last night. I normally set up today’s blog by mid-afternoon on Sunday. But I was too busy writing. I lost track of how many words I’ve written since about noon on Friday. I’ve been on a roll, though, working from early morning until bedtime, with short breaks for food and human type interactions in between. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in that kind of groove. I’ve also seen the first draft of the cover. I really like it.
Needless to say, I didn’t read this weekend, except for NIGHT SHIFT. I didn’t watch TV. I had baseball on in the background. My Cardinals did take the rubber game from Cincinnati, winning the series 2-1. Their home opener is this afternoon. I think we may have hot links and beef brats with sauerkraut to celebrate.
I have a recipe for Snickerdoodle Pie. There’s a funny story about how I found it. See, there’s this big party at the Nightrider’s compound. Sam sort of stepped on her poncho with the MC. 300 hundred members, old ladies, and kids are coming. So Sam decides to take out her frustration baking. I listed some pies but ran out of varieties. So I hit the Google-fu. And found Snickerdoodle Pie. Yes, I will make this puppy. I will take pictures before I scarf it down. And I will share it soon in a Tuesday Treats post.
Did I mention that Sam needs to climb out of her hidey hole and be a grown up again? She doesn’t want to. Considering the trauma she’s suffered–physically and emotionally, I don’t really blame her but I can’t end the book with her hiding under the covers. Even if Easy is hiding in there with her. 😉 I know what she has to do but none it really puts…Now there’s a thought. I must cogitate on it. I didn’t meet my goal of typing THE END by last night, but I’m freaking close!
In the meantime, my brain is mush. And it’s Monday. I needed more weekend because I have stuff to do this week that has little to nothing to do with writing. 😛 But all things considered? Monday’s not that sucky. At least this week. 😉 How ’bout y’all? Monday, sucks or not? Good books read? And no, Ashley, I still haven’t seen the first episode of OUTLANDER nor have I watched the second. And I have GAME OF THRONES too. *flail* Freaking Nightriders are killin’ me! Somebody pass the coffee!
