At ease with my thoughts
Sep. 15th, 2011 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
September 14, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 450.
Words total: 450.
Reason for stopping: Sleeeeeep.
Darling du Jour: Down there: the highway, like an opened vein, and the river, invisible in the trees.
Mean Things: As ever, until I get past a beginning on this, suicide.
Research Roundup: Human terminal velocity; height of the Bloor Viaduct.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
The glamour: One day I will trade in my brain for one that sleeps at night instead of pacing circles and cooking up prose.
You do not want to know at what time on this calendar day I actually wrote these words. Let's just say that it takes more than a paragraph floating through my head to get me out of bed and to the computer at that hour.
Whatever; I reread them just now, while I'm...well, I can't say I'm awake, but I'm differently tired. And they're good. So it was worth it.
Otherwise, tonightShark Week Authoring Week continues on Discovery: attended the Sunburst Award presentation, and then swung by the Chiaroscuro Reading Series to see if anyone was still hanging out, since I missed the reading proper (they were). This all scored me two review copies of books I have wanted, for the low low price of free. I am actively relishing cracking them open on the weekend.
For now, bed is pending. Bed misses me. I miss it too.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 450.
Words total: 450.
Reason for stopping: Sleeeeeep.
Darling du Jour: Down there: the highway, like an opened vein, and the river, invisible in the trees.
Mean Things: As ever, until I get past a beginning on this, suicide.
Research Roundup: Human terminal velocity; height of the Bloor Viaduct.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
The glamour: One day I will trade in my brain for one that sleeps at night instead of pacing circles and cooking up prose.
You do not want to know at what time on this calendar day I actually wrote these words. Let's just say that it takes more than a paragraph floating through my head to get me out of bed and to the computer at that hour.
Whatever; I reread them just now, while I'm...well, I can't say I'm awake, but I'm differently tired. And they're good. So it was worth it.
Otherwise, tonight
For now, bed is pending. Bed misses me. I miss it too.