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oh the pain
Mar. 9th, 2006 07:08 pmJust had to delete a 2500-word dead-end. I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere, and yet, I didn't know where else to go. I am still stuck in this bridge scene that is meant to glue the two completed almost-halves of the book together, after days and days and days of writing. This hurts me.
Also I have a headache.
Also I spent hours today gazing blankly at yet more research on Scythians and Samartians. I have a headache and also got (I don't know how) sidetracked into Wikipedia's entries about spontaneous human combustion. ... I mean, what? Really. Wikipedia is a menace.
I am getting that feeling I often do when I attempt to research, where I just feel like there's so much information out there that I can't possibly assimilate it and I had better give up. Which is irritating, and boring, and stupid, and not helpful.
So I'm trying to finish the gluing-together bit so I can paste in 45,000 words and feel like I'm getting somewhere. But I do need to do a lot of thinking. And... yeh.
Talked to Dad on the phone last night while waiting for the bus (which never came-- the 30 broke down and I wussed out on waiting for it and made Z come get me instead). He's doing well-- had the implantation surgery done for the internal radiation phase of his cancer treatment, and had an amusing anecdote about the spinal block they did-- said that he woke up and saw this pair of legs and was sure they couldn't be his, but then, given the position they were in, he eventually dedeuced that they really couldn't be anyone else's... Said it was unnerving and not something he'd like to repeat.
I have a headache. Z spent several hours today with his mom's 4th grade class, who totally worshipped him and thought he was awesome. It was ostensibly for Read Across America day, but had been delayed a week because Z's mom was sick last week. Z wrote them a story about a boy and his dog, on a series of postcards that served as illustrations. It was very creative. I wish I could've gone along, but there wouldn't've been anything for me to do.
Made chili for dinner. That's about it, as far as my life goes. Yep... Nose back to grindstone, I guess.
Also I have a headache.
Also I spent hours today gazing blankly at yet more research on Scythians and Samartians. I have a headache and also got (I don't know how) sidetracked into Wikipedia's entries about spontaneous human combustion. ... I mean, what? Really. Wikipedia is a menace.
I am getting that feeling I often do when I attempt to research, where I just feel like there's so much information out there that I can't possibly assimilate it and I had better give up. Which is irritating, and boring, and stupid, and not helpful.
So I'm trying to finish the gluing-together bit so I can paste in 45,000 words and feel like I'm getting somewhere. But I do need to do a lot of thinking. And... yeh.
Talked to Dad on the phone last night while waiting for the bus (which never came-- the 30 broke down and I wussed out on waiting for it and made Z come get me instead). He's doing well-- had the implantation surgery done for the internal radiation phase of his cancer treatment, and had an amusing anecdote about the spinal block they did-- said that he woke up and saw this pair of legs and was sure they couldn't be his, but then, given the position they were in, he eventually dedeuced that they really couldn't be anyone else's... Said it was unnerving and not something he'd like to repeat.
I have a headache. Z spent several hours today with his mom's 4th grade class, who totally worshipped him and thought he was awesome. It was ostensibly for Read Across America day, but had been delayed a week because Z's mom was sick last week. Z wrote them a story about a boy and his dog, on a series of postcards that served as illustrations. It was very creative. I wish I could've gone along, but there wouldn't've been anything for me to do.
Made chili for dinner. That's about it, as far as my life goes. Yep... Nose back to grindstone, I guess.
