Guess what? I WROTE this weekend! #amwriting (again)

You guys! It actually happened. I wrote fiction this weekend! I challenged a small fellowship of writers that I’m in to a weekend writing challenge—not competing with each other, but just setting our own word-count goals—and I set a modest, attainable goal for Friday evening through Sunday evening of 1,500 words.

And I ended up writing 1,853.

Now, I still had to “force” myself to write. In other words, the driving passion/desire to write still isn’t there. But both sessions, as soon as I made myself sit down (first with pen in hand, then transitioning to the computer, since I can type a lot faster than I can write by hand), I was actually able to fountain forth two scenes. They’re out of chronological order, and probably neither one is anywhere near the opening of the story. But that’s actually huge step in the right direction of reclaiming writing as something I do for me, for fun, rather than something I have to do “the right way” because it was work.

And here’s my other creative endeavor update:

I just finished off my last loaf of store-bought country bread (I like it toasted for breakfast), so I’ll be doing something this week that I haven’t done in a couple of decades—making bread. I have a bread “bible,” full of recipes I’ve either tried or want to try. I just have to make sure that whatever recipe I choose works in my tiny galley kitchen!

What’s up in your quarantined part of the world?