My dad is currently on a Greyhound Bus on his way to Georgia. He got a job driving semi trucks again. See that pretty picture up there. Yeah, I don't live in Ocala. I live about an hour away from it. In other words, I live in the boonies. While I actually enjoy the peace out here, there isn't much to do and to get anywhere (with the exception of Walmart) you have an extremely long drive.
Honestly, the driving part doesn't bother me. Except for the fact that I was driving a rickety car that sounds more like an airplane that an automobile, shakes when you hit about 50pmh and skips when you break. Not to mention you have to hold the the turning signal down or it just pops back up before you even turn. That's just skimming the surface of what's wrong with this car. In other words: It scares the hell out of me to drive it.
Luckily dad drove to the station. Which, I was surprised to find out wasn't just a bus station, but also an Amtrak Station. The front of the platform is for the bus passengers, the back for the train passengers.
See! Amtrak! I was like...uh okay then. So after the heartfelt goodbyes we got out of the cold wind and into the warm car and headed home. The car managed to hold together, all in all a good start to my day.
The plan after that was to come home and work more on my manuscript. I'm at 52,234 words. Mind you this is just the first draft. I haven't done any revisions. My goal is to get it finished. If I go back and do revisions while writing, it'll never get done. I've tried that method. I wanted to shoot myself. Multiple times.
I'm at the end! There's not much more to write! Yet I stared at the damn thing for over an hour and couldn't type one word. This has been going on every day for a week. Thus I have started giving my manuscript the evil eye and threatening my muses with a never ending stream of torture unless they comply and let me finish it!
Since both my manuscript and my muses seeming to be laughing at that, I don't think my threats are working. So, in light of that I'm going to attempt to work on a separate project for a few hours. Maybe once the sun sets completely the moon will throw creative beams my way. In the mean time, I'm going to look away before my brain explodes.
