gah

And then there are mornings like today, when I have eaten too many pieces of pizza in the last couple of days, and, as Ted put it, the Ghost of Pizza Past has come to haunt my tummy. Gah. :/ No writing this morning. Gah, more.

OTOH, Silkie, Research Assistant Extraordinare, has filled my mailbox with links and quotes for all the stuff that I’ve left notes in the O:C manuscript so far. (I tend to do things like have a character say, “to hell with the people who say an
unexamined life is an empty one” and then follow it up with a note to myself saying GET THE RIGHT QUOTE, because I don’t write at the desktop computer so I have no instant internet access while I’m working. Silkie, who reads the roughs at the computer, does, and inevitably sends me all the answers to the notes I leave myself. She equally inevitably fails to grok how incredibly wonderful this is, and in fact often apologizes for being nitpicky. Sheesh. :)) So that’s quite wonderful, and makes me feel better even if I’m all oogy.

I was noticing something I thought was peculiar: the earlier I start writing, the more willing I am to continue writing later. If I don’t get started til noon or 1, it’s a struggle to get my 1100 words, much less more than that. If I get started by 8, which is my preference, I find I’m pretty content to write (with a couple of breaks) until 2 or 3. That seemed really weird to me, although Ted pointed out that it’s perfectly reasonable. After all, if you go to a regular 8-5 job, you get to work at 8am and probably have 6 or so hours of good work time in there. If you don’t get in to work until noon for some reason, well, shit, half the day is shot, so what’s the point in doing anything? I just didn’t think it’d translate to writing full time, for some reason. Well. Okay, truth be told I didn’t think about it at all, but still. :)

I gotta say, this transition to full time writing is … odd. I’ve spent enough hours writing, more or less daily, in the last several years, that it doesn’t feel any different. But then I’m done with the writing and I don’t have to go do another job, and I keep sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

My tummy has settled down enough to leave me faint from the hunger, so I think I’ll eat now.