August 24, 2005
chapter 2 (gloss)
Wrote a very, very small amount, but already the story is compacting more. As much as I liked showing Miari's human side, I think I can still establish it without taking five pages to do so.
But my wrists hurt from being in my subarctic office all day, and though it is always a balmy 70 degrees in Casa del Gatos, it doesn't take away twelve hours of programmer's ache, just the ague.
Also? PBW linked me. And I even got put under the Nirvana song. Lurvely.
I am trying not to go homicidal over the fact that I haven't written with any regularity in the last three weeks. I'm trying to treat it as a forced vacation. I have a lot of practice at repurposing the shitty timing of my life so that it does not make me crazy; there are things I have no control over and I accept that.
But though all that lovey-dovey acceptance and avoidance crap has served me well, even I reach a breaking point eventually.
I just keep telling myself: Friday, I write.
Posted by sdshaver at August 24, 2005 03:51 AM