I need to be able to type with my brain. My arms hurt. Well, arm. Shoulder. Whatever. Once it becomes physically uncomfortable to work my brain collapses pretty fast. I might try moving out to the kitchen again and seeing if the different sitting structure helps. Just made it to page 350, after spending a great deal of time between 290 and 310. Let’s hear it for chapters that are easy to fit right back into the story. I have about 60 pages left. I think pretty much exactly half…
sanity-maintaining measures
I feel like I’m updating this thing every twenty minutes, but swear to God, it’s a sanity-maintaining measure. Writing down what I’m accomplishing (or not) makes a significant difference to my brain. And man. I feel like I have not accomplished a lot today. In fact, I’ve gotten more than forty pages of stuff revised, the scene that needed punching has been punched and I like it, I think the next scene works even better now, and the all-new scene I’m working on will set up a bunch of the…
maybe…
Maybe someone who is on my flist and who is cooler than me with animated graphics, or heck, even just graphics, and who has a few minutes and a sense of humor could make me a new icon. Or two. I can’t use animated icons on mizkit.com. This cool icon could say, “Writing is hard. Let’s go shopping.” (This is funnier, I admit, if you know I hate shopping with a passion. And it’s a better phrase if you know about the Barbie “Math is hard. Let’s go shopping,” fiasco.…
breaking down
My right shoulder, from behind the shoulder blade, down through the ulnar nerve and into my pinky, is starting to ache. This is the most annoying and uncomfortable of the signs that Catie Has Been At The Laptop Too Much, and it’s compounded right now by sleeping funny a couple days ago and giving myself a stiff neck. I have, through several years of trial and error, learned to mitigate this as much as possible. The best way to do so is to work at a table, but after four…
I will *not*…
I will *not* be taking a nap today, no matter how tired I get at 10:30 this morning. Not after the combination of yesterday’s nap and talking with Spidey and my brain whirling and whirling and whirling kept me up until after 2am. I will go for a walk, I will take a shower, I will do whatever, but I will *not* take a nap. Jesus. I will also not work on script rewrites except maybe at mealtimes, which are not allowed to stretch to two hours so I can…