I had insomnia for a week after I visited home in April, too. It's apparently a thing. It's also a tiny whispering thing that likes to pontificate that one day I may go and just not come back.
A friend proposed that I join her in a pledge to write 500 words a day, and since she's the same friend who knows exactly how many words I've been writing a day for the past year, I've decided that she can probably hold me accountable.
New Words: 2281
The doubt: I shouldn't be writing the thing that just vomited a chapter onto my screen. There are at least three other things I should be writing before it. One of them is even fully outlined.
New Words: 1204
The doubt: I forgot how to write this character's voice.
But I wrote this anyway: If I were someone he’d created, I couldn’t be shapeless and unknown. He’d have made me specific, purposeful.
New Words: 0
What happened: It didn't occur to me as I lay staring at the ceiling until nearly 3 AM that I could've been doing something other than staring at the ceiling.
And none of this counts towards my 500 words tonight, so I leave you with two songs that are on heavy repeat for this thing.
EDIT 10:14 pm
New words: 592
The doubt: I am so, so tired. This is not the character's voice at all. I will probably end up throwing all these words out.
But I wrote this anyway: The figure moves a row closer. Shuffling the clumsy creep of something with bones and blood and weight.