Well, I think I'm about done ( Read more... )

I'm reading a proof of a story of mine. And it's a damn good thing that I am. I've been pushing this back and back and back on the calendar, having somehow missed that it says right in the e-mail this is due TOMORROW. So good job I wound up having time to do it tonight ( Read more... )

"It was different but what the hell, I'm not in this to be bored." --Chuck Palahniuk

Holy crap, I totally forgot about that idea I had A VERY LONG TIME AGO about posting a weekly photo as a writing prompt for folks. Watch this space -- I've recovered enough brainspace to think about this again, which means it's only a matter of time before I've recovered enough to actually start doing it.

If you have extra good vibes hanging around, would you send them my way?

Nothing in particular, just suffering a low time due to dealing with various stressors, insomnia, schedule and work changes, post-deadline drop, etc. And realizing there's a lot of good vibes out there that I never ask for when I could really use them.

Thanks in advance.

Am exhausted. Realized I forgot to eat dinner. But I FINISHED IT. I wrote 2700 words of it today. I'm pretty sure that's the most I've ever written in one day.

POOPED, I tell you.

sorchar's having a look tonight, I'm sleeping on it, and then hopefully I'll have time in the morning to gussy it up and send it off ( Read more... )

I am on the LAST SCENE before the epilogue.

I need a "yay" icon. Maybe I'll do that tonight, since I'll actually have FREE TIME.

So I got about a thousand words done yesterday on the new-POV story. I went to bed pretty reluctantly, but I knew I'd do better with the writing once I'd had some sleep. And once I could slurp coffee while drafting. I did a dangerous thing, though: I left the story at a section break. That's always chancy ( Read more... )

(*points at icon* That's Baz Luhrmann banging his head against the chart of Moulin Rouge plotlines. I uploaded it especially for this post.)

So, I walked today. Like, a LOT. sorchar joined me for what's becoming my habitual 5K bridge loop walk, and then I walked another mile or so home from a street fair. Walking is good for me; it wakes me up, ( Read more... )

I have beer.

I have chocolate to dip into peanut butter.

I have s'mores ingredients.

I'm just a few minutes away from piping-hot homemade bread slathered with butter.

I have a story I desperately need to finish.

You know, it's not a bad Friday night.