After a ridiculous number of attempts, I have shoes that do not hurt my feet. That is good. I also got 2600 words written on the train commute. That is also good. And believe I have ended up, via these massive revisions, with a scenario that will permit me to write a third book in this series if my editor wants one. That’s good too. The drunk asshole on the train who made fun of my hat and upset my tummy by doing so is less good. It’s a very…
Tag: exercise
I have no halfway setting.
I’ve walked about twenty-three miles in the last 2.5 days. For some reason this morning I was very tired and didn’t feel all that much like swimming. I suspect I’m overdoing it, although I swear I don’t /mean/ to. It’s just that, y’know, I walked to the pool yesterday, and if I leave the house again even once after that it’s at least five miles of walking that day (more, actually, since I took the long way round to the pool) and I left the house twice, so I accidentally…
up early
For some ungodly reason* I woke up at 6:19 this morning, and after a desultory lying-about for half an hour or so, got up and went for a 4.5 mile walk around swimming. I came home to an email full of character sketches for a graphic novel idea I’m developing with artist Lanny Liu, some of which were so perfect they made me laugh. There’s nothing quite like sending pages full of words off to someone and getting pages full of pictures back. :) Then I finished reading the first…
do nothing by halves.
I have had an insanely busy day. I swam, came home and did Pilates before I could talk myself out of it, then went to get my hair trimmed because we’d gotten paid. Only the hairdresser was busy giving somebody a tattoo, so I did a little grocery shopping and came home again. I went out later to try to get my hair trimmed, but the hairdresser was about to close for lunch, so I did some more grocery shopping and came home again. I went out a fourth and…
a public repentance
Forgive me, Pilates, for I have sinned. It has been two, maybe two and a half weeks, since I have worshiped at your altar. I blame Writing; she’s a jealous lover, and I was impressed with myself for remaining your disciple as long as I did. But now I understand the error of my ways. Now I understand that you, too, are a harsh mistress, and I am reminded of why it is your name, in its original Greek translation, is thought to mean “makes my muscles burn like fire”.…