Today’s stats
Words written: 1268
Writing snack: an entire pomegranate, plus multiple mugs of Bigelow Perfect Peach herbal tea (one tbsp sugar, no cream)
Weirdest Internet search (today): “stages of drowning”
Here’s my white noise video of the day, for good measure:
I like these rainy videos in the background when I write. Music is a little too distracting, except for lofi sometimes.
Don’t get too worried about that Internet search. Melody’s fine. She’s fine! …She will be fine xD
(that’s how pretty much the entire book goes, by the way.)
I don’t recommend a pomegranate as a writing snack, unless you’re willing to separate all the arils (the edible part) from the pith ahead of time and give them a rinse. If you are, then I highly recommend a pomegranate as a snack! If you’re the kind of person who likes to munch on things as a stim or because you’re bored, it’s basically perfect. It just takes prep work, unless you want to get sprayed in the face by juice mid-writing session. And that’s before you even get to the sticky fingers… you end up needing to get up and wash your hands, which is not great for your workflow. Today I was a little impatient, in case you couldn’t tell.
Oh well. At least my impatience is delicious.
On top of that, I kept zoning out on the scene I was writing and daydreaming about three or four totally different scenes that come later in the book. There’s nothing wrong with the scene I’m on, it’s not boring or anything (/side-eyes search history), it’s just that Melody’s about to do something cool (again) and this time the ramifications are going to be awesome. She’s like 500 words away from the point in the story where she gets to run downhill. Or, rather, fly downhill. Literally, in fact. She’s on a mountain right now.
But what I actually mean is–she has worked extremely hard the entire book, and things are about to start tipping hard in her favor, and she deserves it because she is stubborn and heroic and exhausted and she never stops caring, never stops fighting, never compromises over what she feels is the right thing to do.
She’s been running for… mm, almost three days straight now, with a whole lot of stress and very little sleep. Sure, she did get some magic water at one point, and she snoozed for a while in a magic hammock… but she’s also made tough decisions, flown up a mountain (twice), fought off creepy visions and curses and evil spirits, talked to divinity, almost died multiple times, stubbornly wiped away tears more times than I can count and gotten up and carried on.
Seriously, I’ve been running out of ways to describe “and also she started crying” through her point of view. It’s tight third person, not first, but even still, Melody isn’t the type to floridly describe tears–she’s terrible about bottling up her emotions and certainly isn’t going to stop and describe them to you, at least more than a quick “she wiped at her eyes” type of line. There are really only so many ways to phrase that.
Stressed out Melody basically has three buttons: charge, yell, cry. She tends to charge at anything she’s afraid of, she can and will deliver a solid dressing-down when she’s angry, but once she has space to rest and especially if you have the gall to be nice to her when she’s upset… you could water a garden. She is not terribly fond of this as a stress reaction, but you don’t get to pick and choose :p
I’m choosing my bedtime, though; it’s well past midnight here and I need to crash. Night!
Wordfully yours,
–Jade