Ridden Hard and Put Away Wet...
That's how I feel... The creative forces are jerks. But 18000 words in 3 days is nothing to sniff at either, whatever state it leaves the mind in.
Thomas is gone until at least Wednesday, possibly Thursday, and I'm slightly worried about being alone (Where the greatest threat is on the inside. I can easily see myself getting trapped in one of those rather painful and gross cycles.) On the other hand, I'm thrilled for him to have a chance to go and work on an airplane and be social with one of his fellow grad students. I am constantly amazed by how much he's changed from the days when he was unemployed, kind of smelly and almost completely silent.
Dude, he's been away for only an hour and I'm already waxing pathetic.
ANYWAY. I was going to babble about writing. Or at least about that feeling of having a force outside of oneself straddling your shoulders and reaching out with your arms to type wildly with utter disregard for head pains and shoulder/knee aches. I have never in my life been so productive in so short a period. Here's hoping it's not all gibberish! *thumbs up* We need more stories of alien-based superpowers, the apocalypse, pseudo-physics and gay love, right? RIGHT? o_<
My current big novel project has been safely in the hands of a friend being read and ignored by me, but she finished and sent me commentary and a bold statement of SHOP THIS OUT NOW. WHY ARENT YOU DOING IT YET? Now I sit here, a little jittery, wondering what the first step should be. I wasn't supposed to be doing that part yet! She was supposed to take a really long time! Now I have to do work! *whines*
Also just sent another contest entry, all full of non-fiction chicanery and personal issues, to the CBC, so I'm extra jittery. Add to that the dream where my subconscious dragged out the faces of ALL of the people I have WRONGED in the last three years and I'm a bit on edge.
*drinks coffee to take the edge off*
*vibrates in chair*
Okay, I think I'll stop my ranting there.
I should probably get out of the basement and get some natural light. Thomas is going to come back and I'll have spent all our money on lattes, spinach and feta breakfast wraps and amaretto.
Current state of mind:
Thomas is gone until at least Wednesday, possibly Thursday, and I'm slightly worried about being alone (Where the greatest threat is on the inside. I can easily see myself getting trapped in one of those rather painful and gross cycles.) On the other hand, I'm thrilled for him to have a chance to go and work on an airplane and be social with one of his fellow grad students. I am constantly amazed by how much he's changed from the days when he was unemployed, kind of smelly and almost completely silent.
Dude, he's been away for only an hour and I'm already waxing pathetic.
ANYWAY. I was going to babble about writing. Or at least about that feeling of having a force outside of oneself straddling your shoulders and reaching out with your arms to type wildly with utter disregard for head pains and shoulder/knee aches. I have never in my life been so productive in so short a period. Here's hoping it's not all gibberish! *thumbs up* We need more stories of alien-based superpowers, the apocalypse, pseudo-physics and gay love, right? RIGHT? o_<
My current big novel project has been safely in the hands of a friend being read and ignored by me, but she finished and sent me commentary and a bold statement of SHOP THIS OUT NOW. WHY ARENT YOU DOING IT YET? Now I sit here, a little jittery, wondering what the first step should be. I wasn't supposed to be doing that part yet! She was supposed to take a really long time! Now I have to do work! *whines*
Also just sent another contest entry, all full of non-fiction chicanery and personal issues, to the CBC, so I'm extra jittery. Add to that the dream where my subconscious dragged out the faces of ALL of the people I have WRONGED in the last three years and I'm a bit on edge.
*drinks coffee to take the edge off*
*vibrates in chair*
Okay, I think I'll stop my ranting there.
I should probably get out of the basement and get some natural light. Thomas is going to come back and I'll have spent all our money on lattes, spinach and feta breakfast wraps and amaretto.
Current state of mind: