The Wednesday WaT

Jul 08, 2009 21:41

Oops...almost forgot today was Write-a-thon check-in day. So far, it's been...typical WaT week three. I always seem to have a week three crash. Funny, because I didn't at the CW workshop...though I did write a terrible play about a talking head of lettuce that liked to wax philosophical in a Jungian vein.

I decided to take Monday off this week instead of trying to flog my fried brain into gear, figuring I'd gotten some extra time in over the weekend and finished up short story #3's rough draft. That plus more-than-usual work stress* made me think an evening off was preferable to the alternative: headsplosion. And I did spend at least 15 minutes going over some notes for the novel, plus I put an old story in the mail to a new market. Goal not met, but day not wasted. I don't feel too bad about it; not enough to put in the effort of kicking myself in the head. :P

Yesterday and today were research and note-writing days, mostly, as I once again began trying to find the working plot for this novel. I ran across some really cool stuff in my research, though, and am getting very excited about the project once again. I am only two paragraphs into the physical writing of it, but in my book (pun intended), research and note-taking time count toward my write-a-thon goal, which is primarily to make the time for my work. So, 2 out of 3 days successful.

Many thanks to my wonderful Write-a-thon sponsors! I know money is tight for everyone, so you have my extra special thanks for supporting Clarion West, a cause that means a lot to me.

*Added work stress: When my boss uses prejudicial language in my presence, apparently my gut reaction is to speak to her like a wayward teenager, tossing back a semi-disdainful "Don't use that phrase!" that surprises both of us. This turn of events resulted in me being a) angry to the point of being shaky that she would not only use the term she used, but give me a completely blank look when I objected, and then continue right on with what she was saying; b) worried that perhaps that was not the best, most productive way to speak to the woman who signs my paycheck; and c) agitated again three hours later when, to her credit, she chose to apologize, an act that was weakened by excuses such as "well, it's just a common phrase."

Oh, and I had to prep to train a new intern who was scheduled to come in the next day, as well.

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