First off, I drove the Squirrel Mobile (Hubby's dilapidated Kia Rio) over to Starbucks on Tuesday evening. I sat in the corner sipping a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, next to the door I might add (in 40 degree weather) typing away at my chapter 9. I finished it up and started 10 before my enthusiasm waned and I headed home.
It was the most relaxing time I've had since becoming a mother, I tell ya. I could focus 100% on me, knowing my kids were well taken care of by their father (let's just say it's a good thing he doesn't have hair!) and I was totally into this writing. My work wasn't as choppy and flowed from my fingertips. No kids yelling from the living room as I sat on my bed, trying to ignore them after Hubby got home. Nope, I just wrote with no worries.
Well, I will admit I was a little worried over the lack of good music Starbucks played. Note to self: Must bring IPOD with more appropriate mood music. Frank Sinatra, James Blunt and other bland elevator music doesn't put me in a mood to write a romance novel with tragic elements. But in their defense, people aren't there to listen to head-banging melodramatic rock, either, so I guess we both compromised. I'll bring my IPOD and they'll please all the OTHER customers with their music...and I'll still get my frappuccino, a quiet atmosphere and we'll live happily ever after!
I'm almost to the black moment with my WIP. My characters are getting in deep and everything about to ripped out from under them. I hate writing the black moment, but it does drive me forward to hurry up and give them their happily ever after. In approximately 2 more chapters, I'm to the dreaded day where my heroine and hero can't tackle their obstacles...yet.
My goal is to finish up chapter 10 and start 11 before Sunday. With a gym class tonight, Hubby gone tomorrow and the circus on Saturday, I'm going to be hard pressed but I think I can do it!
Somebody send me some cheerleaders!