I'm tired, grumpy, dopey... hell, let's throw all of the seven dwarves in for a nice bout of morning schizophrenia.
I have the flash drive plugged into the USB port, a mediocre cup of complimentary coffee beside me, everything's all set up, and I've done my ritual check of my e-mail.
And yet I just can't bring myself to double-click on my files and get going.
I did really well yesterday, and I want to do as well again today. Children of Llothora finished up around 40 pages and 9,000 words... right now Caverns of Baltatharon is sitting at 15 pages, and approximately 3,200 words. There's plenty more to do for it. I'm almost finished with the second part of it, and have two major sections and one concluding section to go. The prewriting is mostly done (even if section 4's prewriting is more meant for me to develop as I go along), I know where I'm going next...
You know what's next.
I even started outlining my first Lucas Moon short story yesterday, and I can't bring myself to work on that.
I don't know. Maybe I want to goof off a little. Maybe Turn Coat is calling to me a little too loudly as it rests in my briefcase. Maybe I just didn't want to say goodbye to Lisa and the kids, or maybe I just regret that Lex didn't wanted to spend time with me and I had to give him up so I could leave for here.
They just went around and collected $1.00 from all the jurors willing to give. They're pooling the money and plan on giving it to the family of the jury manager who passed away yesterday. I gave. It's a small gesture, but it's something, and I would have felt like a lousy person for not having done it (y'know, unless I didn't actually have cash on me).
Ok! Enough! I'm signing off here, and dammit all, I'm going to open a file and get some work done!
End of Demented Rambling.
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