Cold Ketchup

[rolanni]

So I got home from Temp Headquarters, leapt back into real life, did a couple rounds of doctor appointments, realized we're going to have to change the way we do things around here, one! more! time! and have put Stuff in motion. 

Steve finished signing all 1500 of those sheets of paper referenced in the to-do list.  I've produced a first draft of the essay due at the end of the month, and passed that on to Steve for revision/rewrite, and made a start on signing.

Carousel Sun has not gained any new words.  For several days, I've been plagued with the feeling that the story was going to end before I was out of book, which isn't normally a situation in which I find myself in re stories.  Today, as I was signing pages, I had a brain-flash, and saw how and where to open it up, thus bringing story and book into a more perfect alignment. 

Which just goes to prove that doing something boring, over and over and over again, really is good for you.

Or not.

Somewhere in the last few days, Steve caught a Really Impressive Cold.  He's suffering, poor guy, and ought to be resting more than he will.  Also, he's generously shared it with me, and no, I'm not resting, either.  Have you seen the to-do list?

Happily, though, we have three cats doing our resting for us.  That's collaboration!

And, now -- back to signing.

Comments

[the wol (from livejournal.com)]

I have some of my best ideas while knitting and listening to music or working a jigsaw puzzle and listening to music or crocheting, or jewelry making and listening to music. I have a job where I deal with words and sentences and grammar and punctuation all day, -- using that same "language" part of the brain a writer would use -- and when I'm done working, that portion of my brain is dead on its metaphorical feet. "Brainless" repetitive tasks or tasks which use entirely different circuitry gives your language circuitry a chance to rest. A long walk, some yoga, cleaning house, etc. works equally well.