Chapter 3: A New Week’s Resolution (Words, Words, Words)

Words Words Words : All the pages not fit to print

This is a book (sort of) about writing and all the ways I’m trying to get better at it. It functions as my ‘write something every day’ dumping place and is a MuseFic about that effort. This isn’t MuseFic focused on an existing story (those will continue as normal), but more of a general writing exercise.

This story is cross-posted to Wattpad.

A New Week’s Resolution

“Well at least we know going to Panera’s is a good way to get wordcount,” Sam said with a sigh as she looked around after the multi-hour writing session. The restaurant was very faintly overlaid by story mists, fueled by other writers and a few college papers. “But I don’t think you can pull this off every day, so: Not A Real Solution.”

“Never said it was,” the Writer countered as she started to pack up her things, another two thousand words richer than when she’d sat down. “I just have to find a way to get this magic to work back at the house.”

“Actually using the Writing Desk would probably help,” Sam pointed out as she refused to be useful. “Curling up in bed with a laptop leads to reading not writing. Mostly.” She waved a greeting to another fictive who was out with its Writer, but it pretended to ignore her so she flipped it off. “Rude.”

“Says the person making unrepeatable hand-gestures.”

“I can repeat it if you like,” Sam offered as the other fictive glared.

“Nah, come on, we need to get home.”


“Alright, so the real life writing desk is cleared off, I printed up a color of coloring cards so I can break out the colored pencils every hundred words… now I just need to find motivation.” The Writer looks at the mountains of in-progress works and sighed. “There is no way I am going to finish the Camp NaNoWriMo project on time now.”

“So… embrace failure and keep going anyway?” Sam looked around the real living room. “Hey, why isn’t there a comfy chair here?”

“No room, which is why I like the story mists better. Also, interdimensional cushions.” The Writer waved a hand and the real world started to fade out into the mists.

It might be a more theatrical version of home, but it was comfy.

“So, right, battle plans for the coming work week?” The Writer looked over at her fictive hopefully but Sam was already digging in the couch cushions for a drink and a laptop.

“I gave you a suggestion last time,” Sam pointed out. “It was completely useless, so you’re on your own this time. Either try the ‘pick a designated writing time’ or pick another hot tip from the internet. There are literally hundreds of blog posts on how to become a productive writer.”

“I guess we’ll start with the simple stuff this week then– just sitting at the writing desk working on any writing for any period of time will count as a win.” The Writer gave her Camp NaNoWriMo plot bunny an apologetic pat and it scampered off under the desk to hang with her other neglected ideas. “Onwards into a new week!”

Martha Bechtel

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