THE DAY
I almost never wake up feeling good or refreshed. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve bounced out of bed even though I always get up at just about the same time every day and rarely turn over to get more sleep. But I almost always wake up with a) the best of intentions and b) ready to work.
I can also say that the moment I have to finally get up from my chair to stretch and pee and stuff like that . . . that’s the moment when I can go astray, too, and lose focus. I tried hard not to do that today even when I got stuck. Now, I did walk around a bit; I even toyed with going outside for a quick turn around the block. But I worried about losing time and draining away energy. So I didn’t. But maybe i should give it a try; Dickens always said that he walked out a story.
Anyway, I pretty much worked until I had no choice but to leave for the gym. Only did 75 minutes today because I was running late. Then back home, more words until I reached a point where the tone wasn’t right and the narrative was taking on qualities I didn’t want (and wouldn’t be realistic–and we’re talking fiction, too). So then I started looking for more cover art again; the workshop is pretty much over and there are no other assignments, but I’m still not happy with the DRIVING BLIND cover. Neither is the teacher and he’s willing to give another run a look-see, which is very gracious. So I’m thinking I ought to do just that ;get him another cover by sometime this weekend and with standard author and text blocks.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Far Side of the Moon
Day 1: 4326 Day 11: 2500 Day 21: 1800 Day 31: 745
Day 2: 2085 Day 12: 500 Day 22: 0 Day 32: 0
Day 3: 3011 Day 13: 1000 Day 23: 2700 Day 33: 4000
Day 4: 2652. Day 14: 3700 Day 24: 3500 Day 34: 2800
Day 5: 3210 Day 15: 5630 Day 25: 1500 Day 35: 4500
Day 6: 3450 Day 16: 1060 Day 26: 0 Day 36: 4800
Day 7: 0 Day 17: 130 Day 27: 0 Day 37: 0
Day 8: 2756 Day 18: 0 Day 28: 380 Day 38: 450
Day 9: 4580 Day 19: 3000 Day 29: 390 Day 39: 1000
Day 10: 2670 Day 20: 2600 Day 30: 380 Day 40: 2500
Day 41: 2600
*Day 42: 830
Day 43: 3600
Blog Post: 680
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What I’m Reading:
Pet Sematary: getting into this now.
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What I’m Watching:
I desperately wanted to watch Sense and Sensibility or Truly, Madly, Deeply because of Alan Rickman. I didn’t. I will, but I figured I’d only cry today. I was so lucky to see him on stage a few years ago. The play was only okay, but he was fabulous. What a voice. I’ve never seen a single Harry Potter film, and no desire to, but I might make an exception if only to see Rickman. But then again, he’s not the star. So probably not. There are other fine films to see.
Couldn’t stomach The Affair either, and I think that’s because it’s a) too slow and b) too much of a bus man’s holiday. I’m sorry, but I saw people like this in my practice all the time. No thanks.
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What I’m Listening to:
Haven’t been able to listen to a book; I’ve been seeking quiet during my rides. I need to think.
OTOH, I tried listening to the Republican debate but couldn’t. Not only were they only sniping at each other and saying absolutely nothing substantive, Marco Rubio said the STUPIDEST things about gun control that even if I were delusional enough to vote Republican, it wouldn’t be for him. Now, there are a few adults on the stage: Kasich, Bush, and Christie. Unfortunately, against these cranky, nasty kids intent on sucking up all the air . . . they don’t stand a chance. I wouldn’t vote for them on general principle, but I also think that if, God forbid, one of them were to be the nominee and actually win . . . I don’t think they’d crater the country. (The Shrub already did that.) But I also do not agree with this politics of dissatisfaction and hatred and running America into the ground. We’re not a mess; things are not horrible; no one has the right to be THAT angry. For Christ’s sake, this isn’t Syria.
