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Good days and incentive.
Apr. 7th, 2012 03:27 amApril 6, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 200.
Words total: 19,100.
Reason for stopping: It's really, really late.
Darling du Jour: N/A. Really, I'm mostly revising here.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: N/A.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: Barley ears, visual reference.
Books in progress: Caitlin R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl.
Technically this is still my week off when I'm not supposed to be doing work. It's working: I can tell my brain is growing back, because I have the energy and drive again to do things like real, actual cooking, housecleaning, and coming up with ridiculous outsized ideas that are worthy of caper movie plots. More to the point, I'm doing all these things and not resenting them. The giant pot of chili I'm going to make tomorrow is making me happy already.
But even in a relatively collapsed state, I'm getting slowly used to this whole I Am A Full-Time Writer thing, and I think I like it very much.
Today, for example:
Slept until about 11:30, after being up late doing laundry and roasting a duck and whatnot. Fixed myself a salad for lunch (spinach and a bit of red onion from the CSA, white button mushrooms, sliced strawberries, homebrew balsamic dressing, cold roasted duck leftover from last night's escapade) and settled in to answer businessy e-mail and write up a guest post or two. After which I headed out to the ROM to meet a friend for previously scheduled half-price night museuming, and the rest was coffee in the sun and a really excessive examination of the South Asian/Middle Eastern/Egyptian galleries, dinner at Mother's Dumplings, tiny red velvet cupcakes, and wandering the laneways under bright chilly stars, looking for good artsy garages with interesting graffiti.
And then I came home, and stretched out on the couch with a pot of grapefruit eucalyptus tea, and made wordcount in the post-midnight quiet.
It won't be this all the time. Tonight was a little too expensive for that, even sticking to budget fun venues, and more work needs to get done in general than got done today, especially once deadlines come back into play. But I have a feeling I will fight like hell to keep days like this in my life. I will fight for them as cool and unstoppable as an avalanche.
Feet sore, and tea's cooling. G'night, Internet.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 200.
Words total: 19,100.
Reason for stopping: It's really, really late.
Darling du Jour: N/A. Really, I'm mostly revising here.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: N/A.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: Barley ears, visual reference.
Books in progress: Caitlin R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl.
Technically this is still my week off when I'm not supposed to be doing work. It's working: I can tell my brain is growing back, because I have the energy and drive again to do things like real, actual cooking, housecleaning, and coming up with ridiculous outsized ideas that are worthy of caper movie plots. More to the point, I'm doing all these things and not resenting them. The giant pot of chili I'm going to make tomorrow is making me happy already.
But even in a relatively collapsed state, I'm getting slowly used to this whole I Am A Full-Time Writer thing, and I think I like it very much.
Today, for example:
Slept until about 11:30, after being up late doing laundry and roasting a duck and whatnot. Fixed myself a salad for lunch (spinach and a bit of red onion from the CSA, white button mushrooms, sliced strawberries, homebrew balsamic dressing, cold roasted duck leftover from last night's escapade) and settled in to answer businessy e-mail and write up a guest post or two. After which I headed out to the ROM to meet a friend for previously scheduled half-price night museuming, and the rest was coffee in the sun and a really excessive examination of the South Asian/Middle Eastern/Egyptian galleries, dinner at Mother's Dumplings, tiny red velvet cupcakes, and wandering the laneways under bright chilly stars, looking for good artsy garages with interesting graffiti.
And then I came home, and stretched out on the couch with a pot of grapefruit eucalyptus tea, and made wordcount in the post-midnight quiet.
It won't be this all the time. Tonight was a little too expensive for that, even sticking to budget fun venues, and more work needs to get done in general than got done today, especially once deadlines come back into play. But I have a feeling I will fight like hell to keep days like this in my life. I will fight for them as cool and unstoppable as an avalanche.
Feet sore, and tea's cooling. G'night, Internet.
