Two days ago, I was drowning in confusion and doubt.
Okay. That’s not an unusual thing for me, but in this instance, it was over the direction of my Camp NaNo project, Sins of the Mother.
One day, I’m clipping right along meeting new characters and twisting plots, and the next I’m staring at my monitor screaming, “Who are you people?”
I switch up this morning and now I’m staring at my scene board.
I move Post-its Notes around, trying to get a better flow and I hummed.
Normal for me.
Then I started singing.
Still not out of character.
But, it’s what I’m singing that makes me laugh out loud… after I finish, of course.
Just what makes that little old ant
Thinks he can move that rubber tree plant?
Anyone knows an ant can’t
Move a rubber tree plant.
But he’s got high hopes
He’s got high hopes
He’s got high-in-the-sky apple pie hopes
So any time you’re feeling low instead of letting go
Just remember that ant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant.
After a good laugh at myself, I sat down and wrote seventeen-hundred words.
Thanks, Laverne & Shirley!
Day 23 word count – 39,257