Continuous firings
My head is filled with work, which isn't much fun even if you're me. Instead I will try to jabber about other things and see what comes out.
[ Time passes ]
Hm. You now that thing where you're staring at a blank input box (on Logjam, perhaps the oldest LJ client available) trying to piece words together, but failing because you've had a distinctly average day at work where you have consistently proven you have no brains to speak of. Yet there you are with a fiction deadline lumbering down the month at you like a BMW driven by Inevitability, so you haul out the laptop and start poking away at Scrivener with the attitude that 350 words of shite is better than no words and rubbish excuses.
Then it's something like an hour and a half and 1K5 words later and you realise that the plot isn't so much back on track as clinging on to a NASA rocket-sled whistling in the general direction of Away and, actually, word count is going to be something of a problem, but from the other side.
Yeah. That.
I was always terrible at observational comedy.
[ Time passes ]
Hm. You now that thing where you're staring at a blank input box (on Logjam, perhaps the oldest LJ client available) trying to piece words together, but failing because you've had a distinctly average day at work where you have consistently proven you have no brains to speak of. Yet there you are with a fiction deadline lumbering down the month at you like a BMW driven by Inevitability, so you haul out the laptop and start poking away at Scrivener with the attitude that 350 words of shite is better than no words and rubbish excuses.
Then it's something like an hour and a half and 1K5 words later and you realise that the plot isn't so much back on track as clinging on to a NASA rocket-sled whistling in the general direction of Away and, actually, word count is going to be something of a problem, but from the other side.
Yeah. That.
I was always terrible at observational comedy.