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dragonlady7It's Thursday.
Last day in the Club.
Until Sunday, that is. I cannot escape.
Yesterday I washed all the wineglasses because they were dusty. I scrubbed the coffee stains from every spoon, and rearranged them so only the stained ones that wouldn't come clean were in the drawer in the back, while the coffee bar has the nice-looking spoons.
I dug out all the spare coffee cups I haven't washed yet, as I wash them more thoroughly than anyone else, and scrubbed off any coffee stains so they look new again. (I rotated them so the ones that never get used are in the places where they'll get used more often now.)
I washed all the juice/rocks glasses as well, and rearranged them so that only a few are on the decorative shelves I can't reach, and most of them are where I can reach them to use them.
I scrubbed the bar sinks, all three of them, and cleaned the break-room sink again (I scrubbed it Sunday but it's already coffee-stained).
I made $8 in tips.
I sat for a good three hours in the back room (did I mention it's boring in there?) and tried to write, but nothing would come to me. I looked over the Vikings Novel. It's the wrong genre. What am I thinking? I can't write a fucking romance novel. It's a historical fiction and that's just all there is to it. Now I have to rewrite it.
I managed to produce some fluff (Idril and the other married noblewomen of Gondolin comparing Ecthelion's sword to Tuor's. [But, Ecthelion thought, everyone knows Tuor bears an axe. Why are they laughing so hard? Is this-- no, surely they are not so crude as that.]), but the idea of fragments of the Fall of Gondolin isn't going anywhere at all. I think my Death of Ecthelion fic is as far as that's going; anything else I do isn't very interesting and is probably derivative anyway.
No, I should go back to the Fourth Age where I belong.
Although I took a shot at doing some Eomer/Lothiriel stuff and nothing inspired me.
So I looked at Abandoned Novel. The one with Kyweir and Callonia and all that gore. And that intrigued me a bit, but I didn't do any writing for it. Maybe I'll tinker with it a bit today.
I need a day off. Tomorrow I get out of the Club, and it'll probably be busy; I'll be working Torture Bar.
But then I have Saturday off. I don't know how that happened, that I have a day off on a weekend. I can't even begin to comprehend. But I won't question it. It's all good.
I should do something to celebrate.
I should do something that doesn't involve writing.
I think the Death of Ecthelion fic (tentatively titled "Cool Waters" and posted in beta at HASA while I let it sit so I can look it over again after the lovely beta edits suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tehta) was a bit of a strange anomaly. I just sat down and wrote it out of nowhere, and it came out mostly complete, and I really rather like it. It was probably born out of frustration and long contemplation-- not succeeding at other things I was writing, and having been considering that particular plot episode for a while. I imagined it several times while I was trying to fall asleep, so it wasn't hard to write it.
But now I can't write anything else. it took up a lot of imagination and everything else has been sort of pushed aside. I really need to take a little time and do something that's not writing.
But that's hard, given that I've backed myself into this corner where I really have no other hobbies and no social life to speak of. So maybe this Saturday, my first free Saturday of 2005, should be spent doing something entirely different.
Hm. I'll think about it.
Last day in the Club.
Until Sunday, that is. I cannot escape.
Yesterday I washed all the wineglasses because they were dusty. I scrubbed the coffee stains from every spoon, and rearranged them so only the stained ones that wouldn't come clean were in the drawer in the back, while the coffee bar has the nice-looking spoons.
I dug out all the spare coffee cups I haven't washed yet, as I wash them more thoroughly than anyone else, and scrubbed off any coffee stains so they look new again. (I rotated them so the ones that never get used are in the places where they'll get used more often now.)
I washed all the juice/rocks glasses as well, and rearranged them so that only a few are on the decorative shelves I can't reach, and most of them are where I can reach them to use them.
I scrubbed the bar sinks, all three of them, and cleaned the break-room sink again (I scrubbed it Sunday but it's already coffee-stained).
I made $8 in tips.
I sat for a good three hours in the back room (did I mention it's boring in there?) and tried to write, but nothing would come to me. I looked over the Vikings Novel. It's the wrong genre. What am I thinking? I can't write a fucking romance novel. It's a historical fiction and that's just all there is to it. Now I have to rewrite it.
I managed to produce some fluff (Idril and the other married noblewomen of Gondolin comparing Ecthelion's sword to Tuor's. [But, Ecthelion thought, everyone knows Tuor bears an axe. Why are they laughing so hard? Is this-- no, surely they are not so crude as that.]), but the idea of fragments of the Fall of Gondolin isn't going anywhere at all. I think my Death of Ecthelion fic is as far as that's going; anything else I do isn't very interesting and is probably derivative anyway.
No, I should go back to the Fourth Age where I belong.
Although I took a shot at doing some Eomer/Lothiriel stuff and nothing inspired me.
So I looked at Abandoned Novel. The one with Kyweir and Callonia and all that gore. And that intrigued me a bit, but I didn't do any writing for it. Maybe I'll tinker with it a bit today.
I need a day off. Tomorrow I get out of the Club, and it'll probably be busy; I'll be working Torture Bar.
But then I have Saturday off. I don't know how that happened, that I have a day off on a weekend. I can't even begin to comprehend. But I won't question it. It's all good.
I should do something to celebrate.
I should do something that doesn't involve writing.
I think the Death of Ecthelion fic (tentatively titled "Cool Waters" and posted in beta at HASA while I let it sit so I can look it over again after the lovely beta edits suggested by
tehta) was a bit of a strange anomaly. I just sat down and wrote it out of nowhere, and it came out mostly complete, and I really rather like it. It was probably born out of frustration and long contemplation-- not succeeding at other things I was writing, and having been considering that particular plot episode for a while. I imagined it several times while I was trying to fall asleep, so it wasn't hard to write it. But now I can't write anything else. it took up a lot of imagination and everything else has been sort of pushed aside. I really need to take a little time and do something that's not writing.
But that's hard, given that I've backed myself into this corner where I really have no other hobbies and no social life to speak of. So maybe this Saturday, my first free Saturday of 2005, should be spent doing something entirely different.
Hm. I'll think about it.
