It seems almost unfair to post this at this juncture — like I’m stacking the deck in my own favor. However, I’ve been a busy little bee today, and I think I’m going to go ahead and give myself credit for my efforts.
Thus, here we go:
2 hours solid writing time 1 hour solid revision time
I found that I was stuck, so yesterday I sidelined a bit I was working on, threw it in my “drabbles” file for my current project (working title: Calderon), and took a slightly different road in the story-telling process. Right now, that’s working brilliantly for me.
This is, of course, irrelevant to pretty much everything I ever write about here, but to sum things up: I’ll get back to my angst-a-holic protagonist, Rancallan, and his burgeoning obsession with the intriguing individual across the street later.
Right now, I’m off chasing a plot-driving tangent with Turais, the character who gets to take a break from unintentionally being Rancallan’s mentor so he can ride his best horse through some spooky woods and go try to find out what the heck is going on with the Mysterious Light In The Tower. Good for him.
Clean the fridge. Wash and dry the feather pillows. Wash and dry the remaining bed linens. Collect the clutter.
Sidebar: drying the feather pillows is actually kind of fun. You stick a bunch of tennis balls in with them, and then for an hour it sounds like there’s some kind of hard-core beatdown going on in your basement.
The first rule of Laundry Club is…
Yeah, yeah, I’m workin’ on it.
In fact, I actually am. I just realized that a number of my resource papers are a lot longer than I had initially assumed, which has required a strategy shift.
Prep burritos to be frozen.
- Maybe — maybe — get a little ride in.
I’m all over the burrito prep. I haven’t decided whether or not to ride today. The weather is fantastic, but after yesterday’s ride I felt so blitzed that I’m still up in the air about things.
I’m all proud of myself for being a basically decent and productive human being today, and yet I am so excited about the sausages (YES, I know there are a million jokes waiting to happen in there) I’m planning for dinner that I’m not even going to beg Denis to take me out.