Writing, writing, writing! *bounces*
I got so much work done today! Helps when you don't actually go to work. See, first I had to go to the kg to have breakfast with the girl who was all bouncing after the overnight sleep. "I was the last of everyone to fall asleep!" Probably why a few hours after coming home she crashed into her bed and slept for two hours. Then, when I got home, hubby, who had called in a sick day because of the little guy hardly saw it worth driving for half an hour to work only to teach one class and instead went out to find some stuff for Eurovision tomorrow. And when he got back around half past twelve I didn't really see any point in going in for work for such a short time myself, especially since I had already called in to say I had to be home with the kid, and so I went to the cafe to write. Yes, we both took days off to stay with a sick child and then didn't. We're bad employees.
Anyway, cheating aside, I sat writing for six hours! I could have gone on for a lot longer except my back was getting all achy and my tummy hungry so I went home. Wrote 8 pages more of my spring_spangel story which brings it up to 44 pages so far and what's more, the end is in sight. Yay! I thought I would have to do the same thing as last year and whip up a new one at the last minute but it looks like this year it might actually make it. Would have been depressing to have to postpone it for yet another year. *pets stubborn story*
But it looks like my muse is back, at least for now. Of course it's at a time when I'm too damn busy to sit down and write but man, it feels good anyway. And again and again lately I find myself longing for a little room of my own where I can sit in piece and write. Cafes are good but the fancy coffee costs too much money, plus the chairs make my butt hurt. My grandfather used to have a writing studio once and I loved coming there. There were dead plants in his window, it smelled of pipe tobacco and coffee and he had chocolate covered donuts in a drawer (filled with preservatives, lasted for ages.) I would like that. Without the pipe stink though and maybe a bit healthier food. Maybe in my old age although I can't help wondering if the world of Spangel slash will really still be at large when I'm sixty.
Anyway, cheating aside, I sat writing for six hours! I could have gone on for a lot longer except my back was getting all achy and my tummy hungry so I went home. Wrote 8 pages more of my spring_spangel story which brings it up to 44 pages so far and what's more, the end is in sight. Yay! I thought I would have to do the same thing as last year and whip up a new one at the last minute but it looks like this year it might actually make it. Would have been depressing to have to postpone it for yet another year. *pets stubborn story*
But it looks like my muse is back, at least for now. Of course it's at a time when I'm too damn busy to sit down and write but man, it feels good anyway. And again and again lately I find myself longing for a little room of my own where I can sit in piece and write. Cafes are good but the fancy coffee costs too much money, plus the chairs make my butt hurt. My grandfather used to have a writing studio once and I loved coming there. There were dead plants in his window, it smelled of pipe tobacco and coffee and he had chocolate covered donuts in a drawer (filled with preservatives, lasted for ages.) I would like that. Without the pipe stink though and maybe a bit healthier food. Maybe in my old age although I can't help wondering if the world of Spangel slash will really still be at large when I'm sixty.