In which tomorrow is Monday
Sunday, February 15th, 2009 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIs it just me, or does this happen far too frequently?
So, today. I wrote a lot, though not as much as I had hoped -- about 3600 words on the weekend. I'd really wanted to crack 20,000 words, but! Didn't happen. I could press on, I guess, but I really don't think I have another four thousand-odd words in me tonight.
Despite the blow to my vanity, I think the story is moving along well, and I'm still enjoying myself, which is a Good Thing. I'm afraid the folks at the day-job are reaping some of the, um, Writer High, which may not be a Good Thing, but counts as Balance. All fall (Insert Rant: Excuse me -- five searches/one secretary? Hundreds and hundreds of applications to be input/one secretary? Whole weeks where I couldn't work when I got home because my brain was fried and my fingers wouldn't move? And when I ask for help from my supposed boss in admin the answer that comes down is "suck it up"? Sorry, guys, you already used up all of this year's rope, and maybe some of next year's, too -- and it's not even March.) the day-job Ate My Brain. Me, I'd much rather have a story eating my brain, and I'm not going to try to divert it while it's chugging along so nicely, just so I can impersonate a Good Girl.
Well, that was a nice rant, wasn't it? Ahem.
In other news, Steve is for catching the 6:45 Downeaster out of Boston North Station, getting into Portland at approximately 9:10, arriving at the Cat Farm somewhere in the vicinity of 11 p.m. The cats will be happy to see him; I'll be happy to see him, oh, yes. And tomorrow, I'll be short on sleep. At least my lunch is already packed.
Hope everybody had a satisfying and productive weekend.
Progress on Mouse and Dragon:
And now -- to the dishes!
So, today. I wrote a lot, though not as much as I had hoped -- about 3600 words on the weekend. I'd really wanted to crack 20,000 words, but! Didn't happen. I could press on, I guess, but I really don't think I have another four thousand-odd words in me tonight.
Despite the blow to my vanity, I think the story is moving along well, and I'm still enjoying myself, which is a Good Thing. I'm afraid the folks at the day-job are reaping some of the, um, Writer High, which may not be a Good Thing, but counts as Balance. All fall (Insert Rant: Excuse me -- five searches/one secretary? Hundreds and hundreds of applications to be input/one secretary? Whole weeks where I couldn't work when I got home because my brain was fried and my fingers wouldn't move? And when I ask for help from my supposed boss in admin the answer that comes down is "suck it up"? Sorry, guys, you already used up all of this year's rope, and maybe some of next year's, too -- and it's not even March.) the day-job Ate My Brain. Me, I'd much rather have a story eating my brain, and I'm not going to try to divert it while it's chugging along so nicely, just so I can impersonate a Good Girl.
Well, that was a nice rant, wasn't it? Ahem.
In other news, Steve is for catching the 6:45 Downeaster out of Boston North Station, getting into Portland at approximately 9:10, arriving at the Cat Farm somewhere in the vicinity of 11 p.m. The cats will be happy to see him; I'll be happy to see him, oh, yes. And tomorrow, I'll be short on sleep. At least my lunch is already packed.
Hope everybody had a satisfying and productive weekend.
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And now -- to the dishes!
