Last night was productive, though. A new character is making himself known. Apparently, his name is Thaddeus--an older gentleman. I am not sure how prominent of a character he will end up being, yet; however, I have a feeling that he will be pivotal.
I also had to map out the region in which my story takes place. Many of the characters live in a common area (in a valley), and I needed to be able to plot scenes. I can't very well have characters running through woods if I can't see where they are going, now can I? (To be honest, all this mapping is making be feel rather Tolkienesque. Is that a word?)
Enough already. Focus, you silly redhead!
I really want to stick to my minimum of one hour per day. I will let you in on a just-now-recognized goal...apparently I have had a subconscious "draft due-by date" of July. I know, I know! What am I thinking? Well, it seems that I want to have the first draft completed before I turn forty. I had no idea that this ambition was brewing in the back of my brain until I blurted it out to my friend, Angela. But I did blurt it out, and now it is "out there," and it seems that I am making it even more real by talking about it here. Nothing like a little public pressure to make yourself stick to a goal!
Also, since I am a visual person, I thought I would post a picture of where I write when I am at home (as opposed to when I write at my table in the break room at lunch, or at a stop light, or in the van while waiting for the school bus...):
|My "writing spot."|
You may notice that I write in pencil. If you didn't notice, just believe me when I say that I do. Therefore, I decided it would be a good idea to mount a nice, old fashioned pencil sharpener on one of my book shelves. (This may have something to do with the fact that I burned up the motors on two of the fancy-pants electric models, and it was getting rather expensive to replace them!) For those that give a flip, here is a photo of that as well:
|My nice, sturdy pencil sharpener.|
And yes, if you are super observant (as I so rarely am), you will notice that the calendar above the pencil sharpener proclaims it to be March of 1946. Don't panic; it is still 2012. The calendar was from my (much loved and much missed) great-grandmother's store, so I keep it as a reminder of her. It also reminds me that time only stands still once you are in the grave, so I better do my living now!
Oh, before I go...yes, I got my hour in. This makes my page count 111!