Brain Cloud 1/24/2021

 I have a brain cloud.

It's frustrating as I have to squint to see my thoughts. My dull, uninspired, perverted, and hyper-fantastical ideas have never done much good except keep me distracted enough to prevent my body from leaving the warmth and coziness of my bed. 

How do I battle the warmth between my sheets and the brain-frying glow of the fifty-inch tellie at the foot of the bed? Did I already mention it's cozy? I bought a twelve-dollar small heater, which sits on the side dresser and is pointed directly at my face. I keep it at medium heat, not too hot but warm enough to lull me to sleep when those pesky thoughts don't shut the fuck up. 

Getting out of bed is hard when I know I need to. Up and at'em! 

Anyway:

My goal of 1500 words a day, minimum, 5 days a week, minimum, starts tomorrow. That's 30,000 words a month. The great Stephen King says it should take 3 months to knock out a book (a first draft, at least). My novel's sweet spot is between 50- 75,000 words. If my math is correct, that is 2-3 months with lots of breathing room to finish a draft. Also, I may write more words than count goals and work on a day off. I hit 2000 words the other day in 4 hours, so it's safe to say the wave of my confidence is breaking in high tide.

I've been thinking about The Reds on Scum Ave film idea. Not too deep, of course, as I'm focused on the novel, but I've allowed some images to float about, bouncing from one brain cell to the next. This image of this skinny black kid in punk attire squinting at the camera through a glaring sun is stimulating.