I have no willpower. At *all*. I was just going to watch two episode, but I accidentally put the 5th disc in without having watched the 4th. And the first episode that didn’t matter, but the second was all full of ‘previously on Gilmore Girls’ stuff that made no sense. So I had to go ‘buh?’ and look at the 4th disc, and then I had to see the whole storyline leading up to the ‘previously on’ bit on the 5th disc, and then I had to watch that episode…
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this is sort of liberating!
Screwed around a fair amount this morning (made bread, cleaned the kitchen, played solitaire, shaved my legs…) and consequently only wrote 3500 words, but I actually stopped at 2pm with a list of notes for the next scenes. This is rather liberating. I’m not staring at Nook not wanting to be there and struggling to get One. More. Page. And then. Another. out, I’m just feeling fairly pleased with what I’ve accomplished and not worrying about the rest of it right now. I’m pushing 65K and expect to hit 300…
v. pleased
I’m feeling very pleased with myself just now. In an attempt to avoid watching Gilmore Girls, I thought I’d do a drawing, maybe one last shot at my Anna Paquin/Rogue drawing before I tried a big final version. Except I did a really good job, so this one is the final version! Muahah! It doesn’t look quite like Anna Paquin, but I do think it looks like *Rogue*, so I am very happy with it. The scan’s of god-awful quality, but it’s good enough. Happy me!
learning curve
Besides the “print the book out when you’re stuck” thing that you’d think I’d have learned by now, there are other learning curve bits you’d think I’d have picked up on by now. Like: time spent doing things for me is not actually wasted time that I should be spending writing, because it makes me happier than sitting there drawing blood from my veins trying to get words onto the paper. I whine a lot about needing to get a life. For the first time it’s actually come home to…
navel-gazing
Man, I wish this lightboard tracing I did was a real drawing. I’d gotten into a rather fine mood in general and then looked at it for some reason and now I feel crabby. My, what a fickle beast I am. Wordcount navel-gazing: I ended up with 3K and came in at 228 pages. I obviously could have made the last 2, but as a reward to my sullen writer brain, or something, I watched two episodes of GG and ate strawberries with whipped cream. I’m reasonably certain the whipped…