Away, Come Away
New Words: 1,196 / 1,330
Total Words: 2,500
Dead Queen
New Words: 83 / 90
Revised Words: 1,530 / 1,680
Total Revised: 38,274
Manuscript Comment du jour: For some reason I have an image of a hen with mercury poisoning. No, I don't know either. (No — I really don't know. I just live inside my head. I can't explain it!)
I've settled into something approximating a routine, so far as my writing goes. Said routine involves dragging myself awake at 7 (thank goodness for starving cats or I might never get up), staggering through the dayjob until I can have a nap when I get home. Then staying up ridiculously late chasing words.1 It works, sort of. I'm a night-owl, after all.
But I'm noticing the side-effects of a schedule which relies on two substandard dozes rather than a sound night's sleep. My brain is kinda … fuzzy. This is probably not a long-term solution.
Finds of the day:
- the art of Timur D'vatz — I could stare at these for hours
- The Mirage, by Avetik Isahakian
- Create a motivational poster — which I'm using to stick a tagline onto an inspirational picture related to the wip
- Maureen Johnson on Muses
- Tonight, being a day off from the dayjob, I am in fact finished early. Hours and hours early. [↩]
3 thoughts on “i see my maryanne walking away”
Fah. That's how I got through Clarion. AND I WAS JUST FINE. NO, REALLY.
LOL. That's what worries me. It's how I got through Clarion, too. And remember what happened at the end of Clarion? Two weeks of comatose, that's what happened. I likes me my sleep. I miss my sleep!
History repeats!
And I think you should cut something other than sleep out of your life. Like…I don't know. Washing and eating.
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