Old brains for new
Monday, January 12th, 2026 05:54 pmThe Long Back Yard. For those who don't know why I do this: The daily picture of the Long Back Yard is what the Long Back Yard looks like when I wake up. Yesterday's picture was not a photographic or an uploading error. Thank you.
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Something a little different -- Steve Miller and Sharon Lee signing Plan B at Mr. Paperback in Skowhegan Maine in 1999.
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All righty, then! That was Monday.
1,830ish new words written; the WIP now stands at 127,250ish. I have eight scenes left to write, and I know what they are and I just want to keep on going, but -- why do brains get tired? Definite design flaw. I want a refund. I had used to want a new brain, but I've finally figured out how to (mostly) work with this one.
Tomorrow? There will be no writing. I have A List.
pulls list out of sleeve
AHEM
1 Take trash and recycling to curb
2 7:45 go to PT
3 Go to grocery
3a Stop home and put groceries away
4 Go to Augusta
4a,b,c Run a stack of errands that have piled up since last week
5 Come home
5a Eat something
6 Go to needlework
7 Come home and faceplant
Wednesday through Sunday, however, I got nothing. Fingers crossed that I will be able to type a provisional --end-- by Sunday night.
Re: being tired of a book in progress: Writing a book is an enormous undertaking; a stupidly complex project that takes way too long (NOTE: I do not speak here for the people who write 58 books a year and laugh while they do it. I am not them.). As with any other large, complex project, like, say, building a boat, there are times in the process when you just wanna throw your hammer out the window and walk away. Not because you think what you're building is useless or dreadful (though there are those moments, too), but just because it's taking So. Damned. Long.
Writers have a far different relationship with their books than readers do, starting with the disparity in the time it takes to write a book and the time it takes to read that same book.
And that's Monday at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.
How'd everybody's day go?