I spent the day today reading back through Book 4 and living in Harper's head for a while, trying desperately to get out of my own. I finally sat down this evening to start some word sprints with my friends and quickly got to just under 3,000 words, which is definitely an improvement. At this point, however, with only 3 days left in the trip (one of them being only a half-day), I'm pretty much certain I won't be able to reach my initial goal of 40,000 words. Still, I am hoping the rest of the week is all about words, words, words. I'm going to leave my word meter goal at 40,000, but in my mind, I'm now shooting for more like 25,000. That's the crazy thing about writing - you can plan all you want, but the book seems to take as much time as it's going to take. All I can do is try my best to be available when the muse is ready for me.
It's definitely beautiful here. I've never been to the beach in September, but I think I'm in love. There are no huge crowds or screaming children on the beach. It's quiet and serene. It isn't cold yet, but it's not nearly as hot as it would have been a month ago. The water is still warm and nice to swim in and there are lots of shells here on this beach, which I always love. It's supposed to rain some tomorrow and Friday, so my beach time might be coming to an end, but I love the sound of the ocean, so I might sit on the porch and write even if the rain comes.
To be honest, it's been a struggle to get into the groove so far this week, but I feel a change coming from deep inside. I have a feeling the next few days are going to be exactly what I was looking for.