I’m sitting on my front porch as I write this. It’s not a great porch, but it’s comfortable. There’s room for five or six chairs, and the table that my laptop is on.
It’s also covered, and that is great, because it’s raining.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a porch guy. I love it. There’s something so incredibly calming about sitting on the front porch, watching nothingness happen in the neighborhood, listening to the birds chirping and the bees buzzing and yes, the rain dripping. I’d choose to be out here over just about anywhere.
I’m trying to do more writing out here, in the fresh air. Most of my writing is done in the basement, between 4:00am and 6:00am, when it’s too dark and cold to be on the porch. But in the afternoons? Or the evenings? That’s perfect.
Speaking of writing, my book is going well. I put down close to 10,000 words this week, and I don’t hate my characters, so that’s good. But more exciting than writing lots of words is checking off chapters. There are 54 chapters in this book, and I wrote 9 this week.
That’s a pretty good pace.
I hope it keeps it up. I’m shooting for draft 1 to be done by my birthday.