Last night wasn't a 200-at-2am debacle; it was a 1000-at-1am debacle. I'd pretty well decided to give up on it several hundred short of quota, even knowing what that would do to my catching-up schedule, but then I looked at how little I had left to do (relatively speaking) and got stubborn and powered it out.
When I sign in to update my word count, I keep having to reset my time zone to Pacific to make the stats calculate right. I don't feel bad about the fiddling, but the reason for the fiddling is not so good.
I started the month recovering from a cold. A sizable chunk of my writing time keeps coming out of my sleep cycle. Therefore, I am still recovering from a cold, because every time I start to feeling halfway decent, I short myself on sleep and my recovery gets set back again.
Yesterday's writing involved some interesting technical acrobatics. The laptop seemed fine until I sat down to type, and discovered that it started eeeeeing when I hit any key. It would stop if I hit Escape (or sometimes thumped the keyboard), but then I'd hit another key, and eeeeeeee. I managed to rig something with the USB keyboard and some weird positioning with it propped on the edge of the laptop and everything pushed way back, and that mostly worked. Although I did come back after dinner to find that it had typed 30 pages of e's on its own initiative.
Today:
The laptop is eeeeing again. The arrangement with the USB keyboard is very awkward; I've got it propped so it's okay to type on (though I'm not sure I like what the slight shift of position is doing to my neck), but the keyboard is inconveniencing the USB ports and the mouse, and blocking the volume dial. A better long-term arrangement is in order (ideally, getting the laptop fixed).
Showers are magical. It's a pity that more than one nice, hot shower a day would be prohibitively time-consuming and bad for the skin. I have a pad of waterproof paper around here somewhere; it should be in the shower.
Though it's possible then that I would never come out.
This doesn't entirely sound like a bad thing.
I figured out a way to work in setting the thing on fire after all! (See showers are magical, above.) Only now I have to choose between the phrases "combustion crisis" and "extinguishment emergency". This writing stuff is hard, darn it.
It's 6:30 at night, it's pitch black outside, and I've written 655 words despite having all day to do it. Fuck. I need to get off the internet and write. I'll just leave you with
The Federation Rules (yes, it's the warp cores thing from MediaWest!), and
Pachelbel's Chicken.
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https://lizvogel.dreamwidth.org/189786.html because I got tired of dealing with whatever LiveJournal had broken this time. Comment whereever.