Nanowrimo; fatigue

I've passed 40,000 words, and actually gotten my characters out of their neighborhood for a little while (a trip to Coney Island--this isn't looking like a globe-trotting adventure).

I'm still tired, but cattitude reports that half his gaming group also seems to have this vague whatever-it-is, tiredness without any other symptoms. So I shall try to take it easy, consistent with deadlines. I suspect this means that I shouldn't be hanging out in smoky bars, however.

Nanowrimo; fatigue

I've passed 40,000 words, and actually gotten my characters out of their neighborhood for a little while (a trip to Coney Island--this isn't looking like a globe-trotting adventure).

I'm still tired, but cattitude reports that half his gaming group also seems to have this vague whatever-it-is, tiredness without any other symptoms. So I shall try to take it easy, consistent with deadlines. I suspect this means that I shouldn't be hanging out in smoky bars, however.

chugging along on Nanowrimo

A 3300-word chunk today, but that incorporates one of the two "sometime later in the story" chunks, and I suspect I can't use the other, given developments to date. Revised cumulative word count, 42,365.

I need to put in more time on the paid editing project, though: not only is it paid work, but the deadline is earlier.

I also had a nice chat with my mother this afternoon, in which I concluded that I don't especially want silver candlesticks or anything similar (after a burglary, she has an insurance settlement in the form of a credit at a silver shop, and is feeling generous), which I wouldn't wear, probably wouldn't use, and almost certainly wouldn't polish. I gave her gardening advice, and listened to the latest update on Simon (her husband), which isn't as bad as it might be, that being the best that's likely barring some kind of medical breakthrough. Fortunately, the dementia et cetera is on the other side of his family, not the side we're related to him through, so it's painful for Mom but without the added pain of expecting to go through it herself.

cattitude has a leg of lamb in the oven, and it smells most sentimental.

chugging along on Nanowrimo

A 3300-word chunk today, but that incorporates one of the two "sometime later in the story" chunks, and I suspect I can't use the other, given developments to date. Revised cumulative word count, 42,365.

I need to put in more time on the paid editing project, though: not only is it paid work, but the deadline is earlier.

I also had a nice chat with my mother this afternoon, in which I concluded that I don't especially want silver candlesticks or anything similar (after a burglary, she has an insurance settlement in the form of a credit at a silver shop, and is feeling generous), which I wouldn't wear, probably wouldn't use, and almost certainly wouldn't polish. I gave her gardening advice, and listened to the latest update on Simon (her husband), which isn't as bad as it might be, that being the best that's likely barring some kind of medical breakthrough. Fortunately, the dementia et cetera is on the other side of his family, not the side we're related to him through, so it's painful for Mom but without the added pain of expecting to go through it herself.

cattitude has a leg of lamb in the oven, and it smells most sentimental.