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Since I had to get up early today anyhow, I decided to try and break my block on Experimental Film by writing at Starbucks rather than at home, and it certainly seems to have worked: 1,205 brand-new words, sketching out the beginning of an equally brand-new Chapter One. As it often happens, the mere act of thinking: "Now, how would I least like to be introduced? Oh yeah, within the context of having a really crap day dealing with Clark/Cal, one where I come off looking like the biggest asshole in the world," was basically enough to get me going. Too bad it also apparently required me to literally cry the entire time I was writing it, though, because now I have a pretty massive sinus headache.
Still: I can probably do this. This is probably the way to go. If it hurts, it's worthwhile--that's the truism, right? Thus called because, in the main, it's just true.
Two days away from the end of January. I finished "The Harrow" on Monday, after a huge, sustained burst of writing (almost 3,000 words for the day), and sent it off to [venue], thus bringing my tally to 15,000 words plus for the first month of 2014. I still have one potential anthology fill pending, a Hallowe'en-themed story that I haven't even really spined out, but the deadline on that is the end of February, so Experimental Film it is, from now on. The way it was frightening me was beginning to get up my nose, frankly, so...dive in, right? Right.
Otherwise, things are remarkably similar. I feel a bit like the main character in Edward Gorey's The Gilded Bat: "Her life continued to be fairly dull." That's what happens when you're livin' the dream, I guess, at least when "the dream" involves work.
All right, back at it.
Still: I can probably do this. This is probably the way to go. If it hurts, it's worthwhile--that's the truism, right? Thus called because, in the main, it's just true.
Two days away from the end of January. I finished "The Harrow" on Monday, after a huge, sustained burst of writing (almost 3,000 words for the day), and sent it off to [venue], thus bringing my tally to 15,000 words plus for the first month of 2014. I still have one potential anthology fill pending, a Hallowe'en-themed story that I haven't even really spined out, but the deadline on that is the end of February, so Experimental Film it is, from now on. The way it was frightening me was beginning to get up my nose, frankly, so...dive in, right? Right.
Otherwise, things are remarkably similar. I feel a bit like the main character in Edward Gorey's The Gilded Bat: "Her life continued to be fairly dull." That's what happens when you're livin' the dream, I guess, at least when "the dream" involves work.
All right, back at it.
