Firefox Tabs

I have soooo many Firefox tabs open. I am trying so hard to make this story geographically and chronologically accurate. Who knew writing a story based on a tv show required so much research?

I had writer's block for a few days. Sometimes all you need is to run your troubles by one person and they can see an angle that you overlooked. Thanks, Jessica, for that. I made a lot of progress tonight.

I have a houseful of sick children, sick husband and me, getting over being sick and having a broken toe. Despite it all, I knew I had to write tonight. Thankfully, I should still be able to get some sleep.

I'm still so excited about this project. I may not get it done in one month, but I WILL get it done!

Aaaahhhhh

I finally made some headway. I am almost 6000 words behind where I should be, but I feel like the story is really starting to unfold. Jesse has finally made it to Colorado, he has had a shower and awaits what his next step is. I am proud so far. I hope I can keep going.

Distractions

Tonight I got distracted by old reruns of All in the Family. I'm so far behind on my word count, I almost need to take a day off work to catch up. At least I can go to a "write-in" at the library later this week. There's too much at home to distract me.
I think about these characters all day long. I feel like I know them, but it isn't enough. I need the words to start pouring out.

I started!

It's been a slow go so far, but I've made it to 1486 words. That's more than 3000 behind what I should have, but I'm hoping to catch up. I feel like I've gained a rhythm and hopefully the momentum will keep rising. Here's a small excerpt:
"Jesse:
“What is happening? What is happening? I can't control how fast I'm going! Is this really happening? Am I free from those psycho assholes? Why did Mr. White do that? Is he dead? Where can I go? I have no money!”
The thoughts and questions rushed through him uncontrollably without answers, but all he could do was laugh maniacally as he kept driving, tears streaming down his face. The motor of this piece of shit El Camino hummed loudly through the night air. To him, this car was a goddamn Jaguar. It got him going much farther than he had been able to go in months. It felt amazing, euphoric. However, at some point this car would run out of gas and he had no money, no food, just the clothes on his back, but that wasn't a concern at the moment. He was free. Free from Jack's psycho Nazi gang. Free from Walter White."
Until tomorrow......