For the first time since the original spark of idea, I found myself daydreaming about Jeff. How to end the scene he’s in and where to go from there. It’s a good sign. I’m so busy with the end of the school year, the oldest kid’s birthday, and all the critiques for Monsters that I just haven’t had the time to sit and write.

Drafting is intense, pure creation. Editing is a focused process. Clear out the excessive ‘ands’. Add more description of the room. Change that joke nobody gets (Last time it was a Lassie joke, this time a Red Sonja joke). It’s much, much easier to fit editing into a busy routine than drafting.

But daydreaming is good. It means I’m engaged in the story, even if the words aren’t on paper. Hopefully, next week I can sit down and pound out some words.