Last night I left work at 4:30. To those of you who think that makes me a slacker, I also came in at 7 and worked through lunch. Such is my day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brain shuts down after about 2 or 3 pm, so making me work until 5 or 6 (or 11 or 12 like my last job) is pretty much a lost cause that garners nothing but “are we done yet? Ace (my Mabi character) needs to be level 70 before Saturday at 1”.

Anyway..at about 5:45 last night, I got an e-mail from head bossman. It said “…call me if you can.”

Let me say right now, one of the things I love about new job…I can’t get work e-mail when I’m not at work. No Crackberry. (‘oot ‘oot).

What does any of this have to do with writing? Not a clue. I’ve been struggling to draw a comparison, because it usually comes to be before the rambling is done, but I’ve come up with “I wrote yesterday at work” and “seven days a week, just like in real life”. Too loose a connection even for me. At least, right now it is.

I’ve finished a whole 2 chapters in my novella. Since it’s a novella, and therefore shorter than a novel, that should seem like a lot. Somewhere along the way, late last week, I decided it would be cool if my chapters were named after days of the week and the story spanned a week. I also decided that in between most of the chapters, I should have flashbacks.

Sweetie calls flashbacks my drug. As in I’m addicted to them and I could quit and time if I wanted, and I could definitley live without them if I decided to, but I don’t and I haven’t so I won’t.
/drug-induced tangent

After outlining two days ago, I know that my story has about 13 chapters. Which, when I think about it, makes no sense because I don’t work in chapters normally and it’s just another excuse for me to try and string random short stories together instead of writing one long cohesive story. But 13 total. As of right now, I’m only about 15% done.

Which is okay…because also after outlining the other day (and having a serious heart-to-heart with my Marine, who is an ass, but just a selfish ass and not an abusive ass like I had feared yesterday after lunch), I’m finally getting into this story.

So, for the next three hours I will sit in meetings away from my computer. I will stare at the wall while people talk about proofs and copy and all sorts of things I’m only peripherally involved in, and I will imagine how my next scenes play out. And when I get back to my computer and am waiting for sales figures to calculate, I will write them and they will be (sort of) brilliant, and all will be right with the world.

How do you feel about chapter breaks? Or, if you have no opinion, how do you feel about Blackberry’s and their place in life and business?