Everybody’s workin’ on the weekend
With apologies to Lover Boy.
Insanely productive writing weekend, even though much of it came in bits and scraps. 2000-2500 words on the WIP, finally getting to a major plot crux I’ve been steering toward since page one (and it’s over 30k now). But wait, there’s more! A few hundred words to start off a horror short, another short story idea from a three second snippet I caught off the radio, and (circling back) plot details for the balance of the WIP snapping into place.
Also, read big chunks of Kristin Lavransdotter. I might finish it. Poor Kristin, poster child for the law of unintended consequences. Need to clear the reading deck for some in-genre research, an area in which I always feel woefully behind. Reason: four things, apart from sleep, require time and energy in my life:
2) Day job
and I usually only have time for three. So I coast on the stacks of books I’ve already read too much, because it’s the only one of the three that permits coasting. Suboptimal, but necessary. Schedule triage.
I ordered the pieces for my new stand-up sit-down write-write-write desk as well: a slab of unfinished poplar for the desk top and the hydraulic bit that will hold the keyboard, my laptop, and the monitor for the desktop at whatever height I choose, hobbit to troll. Trying to decide between poly and paint for the slab. Also trying to decide on what to do with the big piece of tempered glass…oh well duh, we were thinking about a new coffee table. Tada! Five feet by two feet is a little big, though. Hmm. Maybe a console table. At any rate, I will no longer be a slumping blob with magic dancing fingers for ten-twelve hours a day. I will be a standing blob with magic dancing fingers some of those hours.