well it’s almost Tuesday and I haven’t
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well it’s almost Tuesday and I haven’t totally rewritten chapter 6 like I needed to.
I haven’t really written anything else either. It’s just. even when there’s time here, there’s just so much going on. Which is great, because it definitely staves off the existential angst. I’m overall happier and doing better at most things and all. Except my skin is falling off and maybe I’m dying. But other than that.
I still haven’t written basically fuck-all. So that’s annoying. I don’t want to miss the update but I doubt I’ll get twelve solid hours tomorrow to write.
Chapter 6 is currently 700 words long. Only 9300 to go, how hard could it be? Ha ha.
I want to at least do a Shara/Kes post instead but none of that’s quite showtime-ready either. My output is like. Nothing. Ugh.
On the upside I set up my old Pennsic EZ-Up next to the yurt so now I have a living room I can hang citronella kerosene lanterns in and sit and write, which I’m doing now. So that’s nice. I have a view of the commercial vegetable garden as the dusk really sets in. In a couple minutes though it’ll be full dark and I’ll get so creeped out I have to go inside. It’ll be okay though.
I wish Dude was here. He was going to visit, but at this point I just don’t think he’ll get around to it.
The insects are loud here and I keep seeing hunting bats swoop along the edges of the forest. I can’t hear the creek over the insects’ noise.
I slept really well last night. Cold is good for sleeping. It was only like 55. Warmer in the yurt; I had a tiny olive oil lamp going. (Olive oil lamps, btw, are like, the fucking bomb. Go to a thrift shop and pick up cheap little glass bowls or cups, twist a chunk of a coat hanger or some other finer-guage wire to hold a bit of cotton string (thicker is better), then play with wick length and oil depth, and you have a basically free pretty much infinite candle. It drives me nuts now to see candles in “period” or “primitive” settings when literally every culture used a variation of this kind of oil lamp before refined fuels. I don’t even use olive oil, it’s canola because that’s cheaper and I don’t care. And it’s so much safer than petroleum-based fuels; you can put it out by sloshing the oil over the wick, and if you get a stable cup or glass, it’s not going to tip like a candle, and the flame’s not exposed at the top like a candle so you don’t brush against it.)
Gonna be cold again tonight, and then it’s hot as shit for the rest of the week, so I should go to bed early tonight and try to get a good night’s sleep while I can. My “health” app on my watch informed me I got 7 hours of sleep last night and that’s a huge percentage over my average and I should keep up the good work, champ! Usually I’m lucky to break six, and often don’t break five. So.
well it’s almost Tuesday and I haven’t totally rewritten chapter 6 like I needed to.
I haven’t really written anything else either. It’s just. even when there’s time here, there’s just so much going on. Which is great, because it definitely staves off the existential angst. I’m overall happier and doing better at most things and all. Except my skin is falling off and maybe I’m dying. But other than that.
I still haven’t written basically fuck-all. So that’s annoying. I don’t want to miss the update but I doubt I’ll get twelve solid hours tomorrow to write.
Chapter 6 is currently 700 words long. Only 9300 to go, how hard could it be? Ha ha.
I want to at least do a Shara/Kes post instead but none of that’s quite showtime-ready either. My output is like. Nothing. Ugh.
On the upside I set up my old Pennsic EZ-Up next to the yurt so now I have a living room I can hang citronella kerosene lanterns in and sit and write, which I’m doing now. So that’s nice. I have a view of the commercial vegetable garden as the dusk really sets in. In a couple minutes though it’ll be full dark and I’ll get so creeped out I have to go inside. It’ll be okay though.
I wish Dude was here. He was going to visit, but at this point I just don’t think he’ll get around to it.
The insects are loud here and I keep seeing hunting bats swoop along the edges of the forest. I can’t hear the creek over the insects’ noise.
I slept really well last night. Cold is good for sleeping. It was only like 55. Warmer in the yurt; I had a tiny olive oil lamp going. (Olive oil lamps, btw, are like, the fucking bomb. Go to a thrift shop and pick up cheap little glass bowls or cups, twist a chunk of a coat hanger or some other finer-guage wire to hold a bit of cotton string (thicker is better), then play with wick length and oil depth, and you have a basically free pretty much infinite candle. It drives me nuts now to see candles in “period” or “primitive” settings when literally every culture used a variation of this kind of oil lamp before refined fuels. I don’t even use olive oil, it’s canola because that’s cheaper and I don’t care. And it’s so much safer than petroleum-based fuels; you can put it out by sloshing the oil over the wick, and if you get a stable cup or glass, it’s not going to tip like a candle, and the flame’s not exposed at the top like a candle so you don’t brush against it.)
Gonna be cold again tonight, and then it’s hot as shit for the rest of the week, so I should go to bed early tonight and try to get a good night’s sleep while I can. My “health” app on my watch informed me I got 7 hours of sleep last night and that’s a huge percentage over my average and I should keep up the good work, champ! Usually I’m lucky to break six, and often don’t break five. So.
