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dragonlady7I missed Easter so that I could go sit for 8 hours and stare at the wall.
I sold four drinks, during that time, to two people.
I made change for a hundred for some guy who didn't even buy anything.
I poured three Diet Cokes and two Sprites.
I did two loads of dishes.
And that was it. $4 in tips, $1 of which was sitting on the bar when I got there and I don't know why.
I also cracked open a bit of my original novel, which needs a title now that I've been officially working on it for over a year. (One of the documents containing one of the alternate endings is entitled "palmsundayweekend" because I wrote it on the Newton in the car on the way home to Buffalo for Palm Sunday 2004.) This is the one with the barbarians, not the vikings. I actually like this one, it actually compels me and speaks to me, but it needs heavy work on the plot and some of the worldbuilding. God, do I ever need a beta. Maybe today on my day off I'll actually, I dunno, try to find one. At this point I've rewritten the thing so many times I'm not really afraid of doing it again. The Vikings novel still, for some reason, scares me. Bah.
I got home from work, reheated some leftovers from Easter Dinner (dave was at his aunt's house), ate them, played with Bert the dog, went to sit in bed, and just passed the hell out. I woke up at 4 am to a call of nature, and then couldn't *quite* get back to sleep for 2 hours, and lay there in a kind of trance. During that time I daydreamed that I was a published author, and decided in my head that I was really a fantasy writer despite the allure of historical fiction, and had created a whole identity for myself, and had set myself up a writing retreat in a cabin in the Adirondacks with a phone line, one power outlet, and no other amenities. (An old daydream of mine.) It was kind of nice, and was the kind of daydreaming where one isn't aware of giving any direction to the dreams, but one is definitely awake. It's a long-standing fanasy of mine that I'm going to whip the First Novel into shape as a very marketable series a la Anne McCaffrey's dragon serieses. I like to daydream about it now and then.
But I finally fell asleep just as I had decided to face the day and get up. Which is about par for the course, for me. Now I'm awake and have no motivation. Hah.
I sold four drinks, during that time, to two people.
I made change for a hundred for some guy who didn't even buy anything.
I poured three Diet Cokes and two Sprites.
I did two loads of dishes.
And that was it. $4 in tips, $1 of which was sitting on the bar when I got there and I don't know why.
I also cracked open a bit of my original novel, which needs a title now that I've been officially working on it for over a year. (One of the documents containing one of the alternate endings is entitled "palmsundayweekend" because I wrote it on the Newton in the car on the way home to Buffalo for Palm Sunday 2004.) This is the one with the barbarians, not the vikings. I actually like this one, it actually compels me and speaks to me, but it needs heavy work on the plot and some of the worldbuilding. God, do I ever need a beta. Maybe today on my day off I'll actually, I dunno, try to find one. At this point I've rewritten the thing so many times I'm not really afraid of doing it again. The Vikings novel still, for some reason, scares me. Bah.
I got home from work, reheated some leftovers from Easter Dinner (dave was at his aunt's house), ate them, played with Bert the dog, went to sit in bed, and just passed the hell out. I woke up at 4 am to a call of nature, and then couldn't *quite* get back to sleep for 2 hours, and lay there in a kind of trance. During that time I daydreamed that I was a published author, and decided in my head that I was really a fantasy writer despite the allure of historical fiction, and had created a whole identity for myself, and had set myself up a writing retreat in a cabin in the Adirondacks with a phone line, one power outlet, and no other amenities. (An old daydream of mine.) It was kind of nice, and was the kind of daydreaming where one isn't aware of giving any direction to the dreams, but one is definitely awake. It's a long-standing fanasy of mine that I'm going to whip the First Novel into shape as a very marketable series a la Anne McCaffrey's dragon serieses. I like to daydream about it now and then.
But I finally fell asleep just as I had decided to face the day and get up. Which is about par for the course, for me. Now I'm awake and have no motivation. Hah.
