Feb. 7th, 2019

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incognitajones replied to your post “icantbearsedtothinkofone replied to your post “on writing erotica” …”

“I can write tens of thousands of words, I just can’t write anything significant” = my problem right now in a nutshell

here’s hoping we can both get past it

Thanks! Yeah… I’m plugging away. This morning I woke up super early and just– ground my way through the rest of the sex scene and then I was like… I think… I think this fic is done! 

So I’m going to put it up on AO3 after an editing pass, let’s be real probably tomorrow, and then i’m really going to buckle down and get back to that novel. 
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walking

Feb. 7th, 2019 09:48 am
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It's weird how funny people are about me walking to work. Like... it's... under two miles. It's not even quite a mile and a half. I fully acknowledge that walking in yesterday's ice storm was dangerous-- I almost fell several times, and pulled a muscle and aggravated whatever my mysterious hip condition is-- and so I drove today, because my muscles are sore from my core to my shins-- but like!
There are so many people in the world who don't have a choice?? Who have to walk as part of their commute?
And I'm not sure if my coworkers and friends and family's astonishment at my commute habits are because of the thing itself, or because I have a choice and am choosing to do it anyway. I'm really not sure.

I let my car warm up in the driveway for a ridiculous fifteen minutes this morning, because it was completely crusted with ice and also the inside of the windshield has moisture built up and every time I run it I have to scrape it and wipe it and try to get it clean, and then the car is only on for five minutes and it solidifies again. So I figured letting it go for 15 minutes would help, and I was right. But I need to run some errands or something. This won't be a problem once I'm going to the farm again, but when my car sits idle except for a couple of 5-minute drives once or twice a week, it's kind of bad for the car.

(I haven't gotten gas since November, which is the last time I drove my car to the farm.)

But like. It's not a carbon emissions thing, for me-- I mean, why not, but-- it's a fitness thing! If I don't walk to work, my job natively contains so little physical exercise that my watch barely registers 2000 steps a day. I don't gain weight or whatever (it's been many years since I thought about exercise like that but it's still worth pointing out), but I develop joint problems and don't feel good, and then it's even more of a struggle when I go back out to the farm and can't fucking make it up a hill or whatever.

If I paid money to join a gym and drove there three times a week to run on a treadmill for however much would add up to the miles I walk to work and back, nobody would think that was weird or notable in any way. A few people would applaud my willpower if I did it consistently.

Anyway! I'm thinking about this too much because I'm cold and grouchy and my leg muscles are all sore, as I expected, from the Groucho Marx Slink-A-Thon yesterday. (Though I suspect the real damage was from having to go totally tense to sideways-surf down unexpectedly frictionless inclines. My sense of balance is pretty good but that was fucking intense.)

(I wouldn't have driven today, I would have walked off the stiffness, except that it is equally icy today, and I thought you know, if I fall and injure myself because I tried this walk when my muscles were already tired, I will feel like even more of an idiot than I would have if I'd fallen and hurt myself yesterday.)


And I'm just thinking about all the low-income carless sorts who have to walk to work every single day and probably don't own good snowboots and they're all out there today and nobody's gonna tell them they're so brave and if they fall they probably don't have insurance or sick days and now I'm super depressed. How is this our society??
dragonlady7: line drawing of a paleolithic engraving of woolly mammoth (mammoth)
I was stuck on the mammoths novel thing for a while, and it's been grinding slowly along, and I know it's because I have a vague idea what the main climax of the novel will be but there's clearly a secondary component to the plot that I have not yet begun to figure out how to articulate. (It's nearly back up to where it was wordcount-wise after I cut like 11k from it a couple of weeks ago because it was all dead ends, but... it's still like, almost 50k and I haven't hit the main plot yet really, but some of that might just be my lack of perspective on literally anything... idk man! idk.)

I was most specifically hung up just now on a moment where a secondary character (he doesn't even have a name) looks at something offscreen, then asks the POV character a hard-to-parse question. (He looks at a gate, and then looks back to POV guy and says "[owners of the gate], friends of yours?" and seems disapproving or something.
The interaction literally wrote itself as I was trying to figure out how to transition from Scene In Transit to Scene At Location where I nebulously figured Something must happen that both illuminates a facet of the worldbuilding and gives insight to character B, which in turn gives character A a handle to hang some facet of their growing relationship off of, for better or worse-- possibly superficially worse but leading later to a resolution.

But I was stuck for about a week because what did Background Unnamed Guy see to make him ask that? I admit when I wrote it, it was meant to kind of be an idle gapfiller, a transition from We're Nebulously Somewhere On The Road Nearby to Now We've Arrived-- what better way to show that than literally showing the actual gate-- but then I was like.... was Background Guy just generally suspicious of the sorts of people who have gates, or was there something specific about this gate and if so, what, and how do I explain that since we're in the POV of a character to whom it would never occur to be suspicious of the sort of people who have gates, since he comes from a settlement with a similar sort of gate and has seen them his whole life?

Anyway. I think I've figured it out, maybe, but it's very first draftish-- POV Character is like "what is he looking at? What could he see? Is it code? What does this mean" and it's really super clunky. but that's what needs to happen to get me to point B.

Here's another weird little process note: I can't tell you how much stuff I write and am like Oh my god that's so first drafty I'm gonna have to massively rework that--
and then in the editing passthroughs I can't find the thing I thought was so terrible?

So that tells you that either a lot of times the clunkiness is mostly in your head, OR I really really fucking need an editor. Marvelous suspense, no? LOL.

[anyhow if you were wondering, this is the solarpunk mammoths novel i'm posting weekly under f-lock, so]
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