Finding the Groove

THE DAY

So after a couple days off to regroup and think, started in again this morning.  Didn’t sleep well, possibly because I kept fretting over plot points.  Anyway, the day started off slowly, me not being able to find the right tone or words.  After a couple hours, though, things started flowing a bit better.  Had to stop earlier than I wanted to make it down the mountain to the post office, exercise, and then back up here to meet a designer guy about the deck.  Did my 90 minutes.  The PO visit was an exercise in frustration.  While they have small local branches, the one closest to me at Five Points is completely useless.  They don’t do international.  They don’t do express, though they can handle priority.  After watching the person behind the counter for awhile, I think the most she can rouse herself to do is hand out stamps.  (In the village where I lived before, we had a one-person PO, and somehow she managed to offer everything, even international.  But not here.  Going down to the main branch is an exercise in slow torture: two slow-as-molasses clerks at most, an infinitely long line that stretches out the door.  I’ve brought books to read because they’re so danged slow.)

Anyway, made it back here in time.  Raining all day long and foggy, too, so the designer had to sort of catch the deck in between raindrops and clouds.

Got a bit more done before a friend I hadn’t heard from in quite some time made contact.  We had a very good e-chat.  Doing that made me remember why I liked her so much in the first place because, yeah, it’s been that long.  But she also made me feel better about myself, too, and I really need that these days.  I’ve gotten kind of hammered at various intervals by people I have really respected (the latest just yesterday), and so now I’m, like . . . you know, I think I’m done.  I think I finish out this one thing I’m doing for the next few weeks, learn as much as I can . . . and then I’m done.  These folks will never notice; they’ve got their own stuff going on; I’m not even a blip on their radar.  But I have always felt as if I could count on one or the other for good advice.  But . . . something’s happened, and from comparing notes with other people, I don’t think it’s all me.

Which makes me pretty sad, to tell the truth.  It’s weird when people change so radically.

WRITING OUT LOUD

GHOST IN THE MACHINE

Day 1: 4326         Day 11: 2500
Day 2: 2085        Day 12: 500
Day 3: 3011         Day 13: 1000
Day 4: 2652.       Day 14: 3700
Day 5: 3210        Day 15: 5630
Day 6: 3450        Day 16: 1060
Day 7: 0               Day 17: 130
Day 8: 2756        Day 18: 0
Day 9: 4580        Day 19: 3000
Day 10: 2670

Blog Post: 619

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What I’m Watching:

Fargo, but damned if I know why.  Again, it’s okay, but there’s none of the brilliance of the first season.  If it returns for a third season–and it probably will–then I’ll buy an episode at a time and just see.

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What I’m Reading:

Plowing through world-building stuff for an anthology.  Kind of interesting.  I’m trying to figure out if my idea will work.  If not, I may be up that proverbial creek without a paddle.  I got to get this outline in by Jan. 1.

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What I’m Listening to:

Let Me In by John Aljvide Lindquist.  Still good, though now I feel my interest beginning to flag.  (Like, I don’t care what one drunk’s relationship was to another’s.  The woman just came into the story about ten minutes ago; I don’t need her history.)  I’d say I’m about halfway through.  If it continues to bog down, though . . . I might jettison this and move on.  Lots more stuff on my to-listen pile.