Jul 26, 2010 13:45
So the elderly air conditioner broke down in the house sometime on Saturday, and it's now cooler outside than in, since the outside contains no heat-producing appliances like ovens and dishwashers. And also more air circulation.
Needless to say, I'm spending as much of today as possible either at the library or in the yard.
*insert usual insomnia griping here* I was sleeping better until this weekend. I'm not certain what, if anything, triggered the "you will only get 2-3 hours a night!" again, but its frustrating. Put the extra awake-hours to use last night and actually tried to plot, though.
So this morning I did an add-up of all the fiction, regardless of quality or type, that I've written this summer. It's actually in the ballpark of 50k, which is not bad, and would be all right if I weren't unemployed. Yes, most of it is fanfiction of varying quality. What's left is mostly fragments -- a false start on Francis's Lay, a little background dabbling on the faded gods 'verse, a scene from a YA Arthurian novel I keep swearing I'm going to write, and urban fantasy roadtrip story bits. But there are, and this is important, finished pieces in there, two of which I don't hate, are coherent narratives, and over 3,000 words. Even if they're both fanfiction, and one of them is very open-ended, those are four things I've had a hard time getting into one piece lately.
I also may have finally written my way into an original story that won't get blocked on page two or make me fall to pieces right now. Here's hoping.
real life,
writing,
insomnia