The next morning, I woke up early, thanks to waking up early every other day of the week, so I got up and started writing some more. I walked several blocks to a bagel shop where I had some breakfast, walked back to the hotel, and finished writing before 11 o'clock, so I had p.l.e.n.t.y. of time to learn how to use the bus, go shopping, eat lunch, and go shopping some more.
In all, I wrote 4858 words, 2010 on my novel with the working title of The Quest and the remaining words were in the other book I've been writing, Robinella.
It's amazing how much you can get done when you don't have one or more of the following things to distract you:
- Your children
- Your husband
- Your children and your husband arguing about bedtime
- The kitchen floor which is calling out to be mopped
- The curriculum for the art journaling class you're teaching in May
- The books that are piled up in your bedroom which: a. need to be put away and/or b. need to be read
- The cat who seems to think that your writing time is when she should be biting your face off
It brought me to this conclusion:
When I get to the point that I'm writing full-time, I really need a place to write that is not in my home. So, does anyone have a room they'd like to rent me? You know, when I'm famous?