write
Chapter 8 is still due today, and they're not going to get it today, but its structure is gelled in my mind, and more importantly on notebook paper. It's looking like this weird stream-of-consciousness thing so far, just picking a point and then seeing how far I can chain the segues, writing like a clown like whole time. I don't know if it will work, and at this point? I don't care. And my editors don't either. Gotta get something into the eager*eager tech reviewer's hot little hands for the forced Christmas break my former employer is foisting upon my former colleagues (well, colleagues-still, really).
Against my semi-better judgement I will go to the cafe (probably Diesel; been to the 1639 this morning) to see how much I can bang out over a veggie wrap and more coffee. After some hours of this I will come back home and then resume... but the cafe seems like a better environment for starting these sorts of things, for injecting that initial momentum.
If miracles can happen, I can have this done before tomorrow's over.
Against my semi-better judgement I will go to the cafe (probably Diesel; been to the 1639 this morning) to see how much I can bang out over a veggie wrap and more coffee. After some hours of this I will come back home and then resume... but the cafe seems like a better environment for starting these sorts of things, for injecting that initial momentum.
If miracles can happen, I can have this done before tomorrow's over.