Ok Wednesday afternoon at Riverland is a go. Feel free to join me if you're free.
Ok Wednesday afternoon at Riverland is a go. Feel free to join me if you're free.
The last act of _The Dream Makers_ finally crystallized in my head.
So of course I immediately get food poisoning.
Bodies!
yes i write slightly smutty eggfic, but it's highbrow slightly smutty eggfic. there's, like, literature references and shit!
Been up since 6:30 AM (involuntarily) and only managed just now to sit down at my computer for the first time today. Toddler's down for a nap, wife just left on an errand, the house is quiet.
~phone pings~ Your plumbing technician is on the way!
(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
ive written Sammy through half of a very tumultuous Pride and i desperately want to write more but i know my brain just cant, and its killing me.
All procrastinators know that if you put something off long enough, eventually it’s too late and then you don't have to do it.
I've been procrastinating on writing a 3- or 4-book series about a horrific dystopian future. It now looks as if I only have to wait a couple more years for it to become our everyday reality. This is a huge load off my mind, because not only do I not have to do the work, I can also stop worrying about whether readers will find it plausible or not.
Yay!
tfw you really really want to start drafting a chapter you finally figured out but you have to do other things like make dinner for your family and attend the annual general meeting of the community org that you helped found.
The holiday break as envisioned:
Dec 25: Cheese, company, friends, family.
Dec 26-29: Write all the things!
Actual break:
Dec 25: As expected
Dec 26-29: Snot! Everywhere! All the time! Taking all my brain cells with it.
Plumber finally arrived and did their thing. However no writing was done due to ensuing chaos of cleaning up the flood, and storm raging outside (unrelated, badly timed coincidence).