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Nov. 30th, 2018 09:34 pmWell, I survived (mostly?) a week of ... it was a normal beginning of the week, but when one of the aunts came in from the farm on Wednesday it was clear she was sick, so the rest of us picked up the slack. It wasn't bad, but it was a lot, and I am pretty tired. In addition to being tired because it's winter and the light is in short supply and it's fucking cold out.
I started trying to work on Galaxy Hillbillies a couple times and then today I decided no, actually, I already know this is going to need extensive rewriting, every time I start working on this I hate what I write, I'm going to stop here, take notes, sort things out better, and then starting maybe in January do another draft. I think I know the places I went wrong, which is more than I can say for a lot of first drafts. I think it'll be worth fixing, I just. Argh. No more of this draft.
And then that frees me up over the next month to write my synopses and short stories and a bunch of other things I want to write. Which will be fun, I have so many ideas right now. I need to get on them and start working them and throttling them until words and plans and outlines and notes and characters fall out.
I am knitting up a freaking storm already. I finished two hats for the boy, I started another hat for me and then I started a shawl that I'm a fair bit of the way into. It's amazing what having my thyroid properly medicated and therefore my hormone levels behaving will do for my energy level and ability to do things other than just drag along in my day job and my write job. So many projects do I have to finish. So many.
I started trying to work on Galaxy Hillbillies a couple times and then today I decided no, actually, I already know this is going to need extensive rewriting, every time I start working on this I hate what I write, I'm going to stop here, take notes, sort things out better, and then starting maybe in January do another draft. I think I know the places I went wrong, which is more than I can say for a lot of first drafts. I think it'll be worth fixing, I just. Argh. No more of this draft.
And then that frees me up over the next month to write my synopses and short stories and a bunch of other things I want to write. Which will be fun, I have so many ideas right now. I need to get on them and start working them and throttling them until words and plans and outlines and notes and characters fall out.
I am knitting up a freaking storm already. I finished two hats for the boy, I started another hat for me and then I started a shawl that I'm a fair bit of the way into. It's amazing what having my thyroid properly medicated and therefore my hormone levels behaving will do for my energy level and ability to do things other than just drag along in my day job and my write job. So many projects do I have to finish. So many.