Still workin'

SNIPPET from I DARE:
"Tell me, if you would," he said, "who is this puissant enemy with which Captain Robertson has beguiled my poor Yxtrang?"

Val Con lifted a brow. "I thought they were yos'Phelium's Yxtrang?"

"One feels a lingering tenderness," Daav told him earnestly. "They are such good children."

What went before: I really need to get over the feeling of personal failure because I can't do what two strong young people could do, or even two elder people who had been Doing Together so long, it all got done, and looked effortless, too.

I'm not going to finish this today. I'm probably not going to finish it this weekend. Which means I won't be able to write on Monday, and I'm really cranky about that. I am so damned tired of the stop-and-start on this book. It seems like I just get going, when I have to stop to do something "more important."

Not to mention that all the other things -- the bed made, the cat fountains swapped out, the dishes washed -- aren't done, too, and it's not because I'm a slacker, despite what I learned at my mother's knee.

Argh, damn, and blast.

OK, I need a Plan.

I'll work on the correx for another hour, then I'll call it a day, make the bed, load the dishwasher, find something to eat and a glass of wine. Tomorrow. I'll get up early tomorrow, and hit the correx again. I'll use my breaks to swap out the cat fountains. Maybe I can get this done tomorrow. (Yes, yes, it's not due til the 12th, but if I finish it now, then I can get back to writing without having to interrupt myself, ref stop-and-start, above.)

And the house still looks like a bomb hit it, which shouldn't be a surprise, because it looked that way, too, when there were two of us working. It's what happens when you work and live in the same space.

deep breath

Another hour, then done for the day.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

And then there's the bit where Pat Rin goes in to the portmaster's office, thinking like a punk kid, "So what's she gonna do, pull my license?" Only to find out that flying without a license is A Thing.

Sunday. Taking a break.

I was up early and hitting the pages. Still miles to go.

Breakfast was oatmeal. I got salad makin's for lunch, including tuna, so that's good.

Nothing much else to report. If anybody wants me, I'll be in my office.

What's everybody else doing today?

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