As the scene described in my March 12^th post gelled in my mind, I began writing. My goal is to finish the first half of the book by the end of this week. That means I have to write six pages a day for five days this week. Because I’ll miss a day on Wednesday when I go to critique group, that means today through Friday. I’ve already finished today’s quota, so now I am free to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate the holiday. We’ve been to a friend’s house for lunch and now I can relax. Tomorrow morning begins the agonizing duty of coming up with another six pages. Some days the words flow. Other times, it’s like picking splinters from your finger. It hurts, but eventually comes out. I’m following a tighter pace than I did for my mystery novels but those books were 25,000 words less, meaning I have to write 100 pages more in the same amount of time. Tomorrow morning my maid comes, so the household will be disrupted and it will be harder to concentrate. The pest-control guy comes the morning afterward. At least I know what’s supposed to happen in the upcoming scene. My characters are still on the island but they are approaching their final adventure. Then they’ll vector shift back to Orlando and I’ll have to figure out what happens next. Thank goodness for my synopsis, which acts as my writing guideline. When the time comes, I’ll see what is coming up in the story and then plot it out like I did below. Piece by piece, the story comes together. If I look at it as a whole, I’ll be overwhelmed. But viewing it six pages at a time makes writing a book possible.