Sad day

So, apparently David Eddings has passed away.

This makes me so sad. When I was much (much) younger, had just devoured Tolkien and wanted more, I picked up The Diamond Throne from a shelf in the local library, and became an addict.

*unimpressed noise*

Well, it’s been just over a month of first-draft writing and I am way behind on goal. Unimpressed at myself here. Main reason? Day-job has been knocking me out. By the end of the week, I’m zombie-girl, or ‘she who cannot form a sentence and just wants to sleep’. Probably up for another month of this. And then seriously, things had better get back to normal!

After I fix up the compost bin again — why has the dog decided he likes this bin? He left the other one alone! — tomorrow will be a solid writing day. Come hell, high water, starvation from lack of grocery-buying, or dust-bunny attack. I will get back on track.

*creepy music*

ME-Coming

The strangeness of the writerly brain

My writerly brain is being moody. After a productive day yesterday it has decided that no, we will not be working on the novel today thank you very much. I tried arguing with it. I tried tricking it with music and cool scenes set in a long-lost buried city. Nope, no go. Apparently it wants to revise and submit short stories instead.

So that’s what we’ve done. I’d rather be forging ahead on the novel, actually, but sometimes you can’t argue with a stubborn writerly brain. And at least I don’t feel like I have been unproductive.

Just as long as we get back on track tomorrow *wags finger* Why does this feel as pointless as trying to discipline a cat?

Money = Books

Payment from Midnight Echo 2 has just come in and I’ve already spent it on New Ceres Nights. I proofread a lot of these stories so I know just how fantastic they are. Can’t wait to get a hold of it!

The weekend is finally upon us! And that means writing time. Also, short story revising time. And critting time. And gardening course time.

…where do I think all this time is coming from?