3K

I should be exhausted, but I’m not.  I’ve written more than three thousand words today, and I’m not done yet!  All week I’ve been trying to write, and every night I would fall asleep on the couch, wake at 4am, and unsuccessfully try to fall back to sleep in my bed.  On Wednesday I woke with a stabbing pain in my left shoulder but I didn’t want to get back up to take some painkillers.  So I pressed my eyes shut and tried to sleep but, of course, the pain kept me awake.  And as I lay there I basically wrote my novel—in my head.  I saw the scenes unfold, one after the other, and I’ve spent the whole day trying to write it all down.  The TV’s been on, too…I watched Power Paths, a brilliant documentary about several Native American tribes in the southwest and the Plains who mobilized to bring green energy to their reservations and the region.  When I needed a TV break I played Oro, the latest album by ChocQuibTown, over and over and over even though I have no idea what they’re saying since they rap/sing in Spanish.  Then the TV came back on and I saw an infomercial for a compilation of music from the ’70s, which sent me in search of this song:

It’s a wonder I got *any* writing done, as easily distracted as I am.  But it isn’t writing, really.  It’s more like transcribing.  I’ve seen the scenes, so all I have to do is write it down…