Nov 12, 2005 03:12
I spent about three hours writing at home and at the bookstore last night. I think I am starting to recall what a plot is (don't laugh- my creative brain was/is sluuggish as hell), so I am glad of that.
I finished reading an excellent book about the Apollo 8 mission last night as well. I am a space nut from way back, so it's always fun to read about the missions and the universe in general. Anyways, it was a better read than the book I read over the last weekend. It killed time, at any rate.
Today I made everyone's travel plans for the Thanksgiving holidays, and it's to my credit that I didn't curse anyone out tonight. Why do you think I went to the bookstore? I had to make sure that occured. I didn't want to be on the 10 o'clock news.
I wrote, got a sandwich and came home. Not much apart from that, actually. I will probably go back to do some more writing tomorrow, I have to see how I feel.
music,
food,
writing,
books