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day 11 of the new year and i’ve missed one day writing and so far haven’t embroidered today but i still could make that up. (the day i missed doing any writing was like… the 2nd i think, so.) Total wordcount for January so far is 14430 including today. Not bad, given that wasn’t a resolution. I just think I should always track it, because sometimes it takes a lot out of me and then later I feel whiny and drained and shitty and don’t know why.
We’re leaving tomorrow, to go to the farm and see everyone for belated Christmas, and you’d think I’d be extra-prepared given all the extra time i had to prepare and that’s just not the case. Got Dad’s present today, realized I forgot to get anything at all for the only child who will be present. I am some kind of genius.
i witter on a bit after the cut:
So I need to do laundry and stuff, and haven’t had dinner yet, and haven’t packed anything yet, and that’s a disaster, and I haven’t even wrapped presents, but oh well, whatever. People will deal.
I hate traveling. I love arriving.
I did get some more Adulting done, I sent in the form I hadn’t understood– Dude spent the forty seconds it took me to fill it out helping me, and confirmed that most of it didn’t apply to me so I could actually ignore it. Work was a disaster, everything was broken, none of it’s my fault, whatever.
My wordcount, above, makes it sound like I’m being fantastically productive, but I’m not. I’m spread through a number of projects, which is pleasant yes, because I can just– do what strikes me– but it means nothing gets done and it’s risking making the less-urgent projects get incoherent. (You would think I’d be really focused, say, on the Threesome Of Reconciliation with PoeFinnRey for the Epic Epilogue, and yet, there is also a document on my hard drive called Yavin4Some and that’s getting all that love. Poor kittens. Your time will come. It shouldn’t feel like work.)
Today’s focused effort, however, was on the Bodhi/Cassian thing. And I think I found a couple of truths. #1 it’s entirely Bodhi’s POV, because I think the point is you don’t know whether Cassian’s lying/what he’s lying about / why, and i think that’s the heart of the thing really, and #2 Chirrut just took over, so, now we have plot entirely because he couldn’t keep his nose out of it.
day 11 of the new year and i’ve missed one day writing and so far haven’t embroidered today but i still could make that up. (the day i missed doing any writing was like… the 2nd i think, so.) Total wordcount for January so far is 14430 including today. Not bad, given that wasn’t a resolution. I just think I should always track it, because sometimes it takes a lot out of me and then later I feel whiny and drained and shitty and don’t know why.
We’re leaving tomorrow, to go to the farm and see everyone for belated Christmas, and you’d think I’d be extra-prepared given all the extra time i had to prepare and that’s just not the case. Got Dad’s present today, realized I forgot to get anything at all for the only child who will be present. I am some kind of genius.
i witter on a bit after the cut:
So I need to do laundry and stuff, and haven’t had dinner yet, and haven’t packed anything yet, and that’s a disaster, and I haven’t even wrapped presents, but oh well, whatever. People will deal.
I hate traveling. I love arriving.
I did get some more Adulting done, I sent in the form I hadn’t understood– Dude spent the forty seconds it took me to fill it out helping me, and confirmed that most of it didn’t apply to me so I could actually ignore it. Work was a disaster, everything was broken, none of it’s my fault, whatever.
My wordcount, above, makes it sound like I’m being fantastically productive, but I’m not. I’m spread through a number of projects, which is pleasant yes, because I can just– do what strikes me– but it means nothing gets done and it’s risking making the less-urgent projects get incoherent. (You would think I’d be really focused, say, on the Threesome Of Reconciliation with PoeFinnRey for the Epic Epilogue, and yet, there is also a document on my hard drive called Yavin4Some and that’s getting all that love. Poor kittens. Your time will come. It shouldn’t feel like work.)
Today’s focused effort, however, was on the Bodhi/Cassian thing. And I think I found a couple of truths. #1 it’s entirely Bodhi’s POV, because I think the point is you don’t know whether Cassian’s lying/what he’s lying about / why, and i think that’s the heart of the thing really, and #2 Chirrut just took over, so, now we have plot entirely because he couldn’t keep his nose out of it.
