Yesterday was my inaugural visit to the gym with my shiny new membership. I'd had a meeting with a trainer last week, who showed me how to use all the fancy equipment and gave me a workout plan.
I was there for about an hour, at peak time (11am) with the elderly folk.
While I was secretly racing on the elliptical with the man next to me (I tots won, by the way), I was trying over and over to concentrate on my novel. What happens next? Where am I going? I know my destination, but how am I going to get there?
But my tunes were so sweet, I kept losing focus on my novel, and once I was done with my cardio and moved on to the weights, I pretty much forgot everything but the screaming pain in my girly muscles. Heck, even the 78-year-old lady before me was using like twice as much weight as I (but she was also grimacing really badly).
Anyway, I came home and showered, then I played video games with my brother for like, three hours. And then we got Chinese takeout for dinner. And then we had a friend come over (shock, I know--we do have friends) and play more video games...
And then around 11pm, my husband decided he wanted to watch the latest subbed Bleach episode. So I pulled up my Word document. And I looked at my scene.
And friends, hell if I didn't write like 550 words in 20 minutes and figure out what my bold next move is. I'd had this idea floating around forever, but I couldn't figure out a way to get my MC to it...and last night, it all fell into place.
So today, after my PT and quick Walmart run, I will be chained to my computer. For reals.