Writing: Dare Day Three
Nearly two thousand words done, not enough, though one scene is tight and the other acceptable enough as a transitional kickoff.
Birds are back. They took off for a while, and I assumed for the day, and so I put my bedding out to dry in the patio, thinking it safe. When I went to retrieve it half an hour later to get the beds made up, I realized mama bird was sitting in the nest, her round eye tracking me in incremental jerks. This patio is scarcely ten feet from sliding door to wall. Amazing.
I had better do another Dare session; at this rate I will not get even close to what I need done by the weekend. But oh, I made the mistake of playing the music for one of the white fire projects, and the desire to splash into the big one in all its complexity and stay there is terribly strong, and about as effective as swinging a baseball bat against the wind.
But I must keep swinging. Virtue means I can finish Castle Black. Small carrots before my stubborn muzzle.
Birds are back. They took off for a while, and I assumed for the day, and so I put my bedding out to dry in the patio, thinking it safe. When I went to retrieve it half an hour later to get the beds made up, I realized mama bird was sitting in the nest, her round eye tracking me in incremental jerks. This patio is scarcely ten feet from sliding door to wall. Amazing.
I had better do another Dare session; at this rate I will not get even close to what I need done by the weekend. But oh, I made the mistake of playing the music for one of the white fire projects, and the desire to splash into the big one in all its complexity and stay there is terribly strong, and about as effective as swinging a baseball bat against the wind.
But I must keep swinging. Virtue means I can finish Castle Black. Small carrots before my stubborn muzzle.