Writing Again
Aug. 5th, 2010 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustSloooowly, as ever, but thank God, there is forward fucking movement. Not on Chapter Nine, naturally, but a rough 600 more words added to [Anasazi], which allows me to go have a shower without feeling like I did fuck-all nothing for the entire day. And tonight, hopefully, there will be more.
Doesn't help that it's utterly rancid in Toronto right now, so much so that Cal actually refuses to go to the wading pool anymore, because it's obvious he wouldn't enjoy it. Or that I may have picked up the same summer cold Steve's been fighting for the last few days, or that my period still hasn't started...I feel huge, bulgy, stinky, grotesque. And dumb. All of which is chemical, at least to degree (though I could do to lose some weight, and if working out four days instead of one this week's hasn't had any immediate effect on that fact, it's still been a big help in terms of stress reduction).
Stuff learned during Poo Training Week One, meanwhile: The last thing we do at night needs to be to put Cal on the toilet and make him stay there 'til he craps, because it's literally the first thing he does when the bedroom door closes, so if it can happen that fast/on command, it might as well happen in the john. Also, the minute either of us gets up, we need to take Cal to the bathroom; he can hold it all night now, but apparently not a damn second more after regaining consciousness, which is why there was pee on the bedroom floor this morning.
Yes, all the usual fascinating stuff. But at least I can amuse myself, in between things. And once I go pick up some Tylenol Sinus, things will improve markedly.
Amended to add: Okay, no shower, but that's because I finished section one.;) Think I've finally got a rhythm for this fucker--hopefully it'll write itself quickly, so I can move on to editing/back to the book.
Doesn't help that it's utterly rancid in Toronto right now, so much so that Cal actually refuses to go to the wading pool anymore, because it's obvious he wouldn't enjoy it. Or that I may have picked up the same summer cold Steve's been fighting for the last few days, or that my period still hasn't started...I feel huge, bulgy, stinky, grotesque. And dumb. All of which is chemical, at least to degree (though I could do to lose some weight, and if working out four days instead of one this week's hasn't had any immediate effect on that fact, it's still been a big help in terms of stress reduction).
Stuff learned during Poo Training Week One, meanwhile: The last thing we do at night needs to be to put Cal on the toilet and make him stay there 'til he craps, because it's literally the first thing he does when the bedroom door closes, so if it can happen that fast/on command, it might as well happen in the john. Also, the minute either of us gets up, we need to take Cal to the bathroom; he can hold it all night now, but apparently not a damn second more after regaining consciousness, which is why there was pee on the bedroom floor this morning.
Yes, all the usual fascinating stuff. But at least I can amuse myself, in between things. And once I go pick up some Tylenol Sinus, things will improve markedly.
Amended to add: Okay, no shower, but that's because I finished section one.;) Think I've finally got a rhythm for this fucker--hopefully it'll write itself quickly, so I can move on to editing/back to the book.
