Bah.

Wrote myself into a Bad Place yesterday. Had to spend too much time stepping backward in my own footsteps to get out of it without disturbing the stuff that was good, to find out where I went wrong. This is the writing equivalent (I am told) of having to unravel an entire sleeve of knitting...with your eyes closed.

Bah. Also, feh.

Sometimes, you just have to keep writing. Sometimes you have to stop and think before you go any further. And sometimes, you have to give up and try again. Knowing which to choose is dfficult, especially when you're well on your way. The temptation is to bull on through - and sometimes that's the right answer. But sometimes it's not. Last night, bulling on would have just annoyed the frog.

But in the end there were 1800 words notched on the bed post and the villain and the heroine have encountered each other in the flesh (sort of), and the hero is in deep kimchee with the heroine, and Falstaff has just pulled himself another beer. And the lion is missing. But nobody knows that yet. Not even the lion.

I need more coffee.


Also, got mugged by a title last night. A killer title that begs for something head-messing to go with it, story-wise. I have hog-tied it with scrunchies and shoved it in the closet for later.

Onward, ever onward. There is tequila waiting for me at end of day.

ooo, a poll-thingy!

Hit my word count for the day (even after I had to backtrack again, for a word-loss of almost 400 really good but totally now-useless words) [ETA: figured out how to use those words in the next chapter. I so totally rock, I really do... *grin*] and so am taking a break to look over my wardrobe and see what laundry needs to be done before le trip.

Right now I'm trying to figure out how to fit nine days' worth of clothing into one carry-on bag. It's a challenge...

Packing for me is a strange combination of OCD and art form: I consider, contemplate, make lists, and then manage to fit an amazing amount of stuff into seemingly tiny spaces. We usd to call it Tetris-packing. And normally I come up with exactly the right amount of clothing for the trip (except WFC, which I always but always overpack for.)

And so, how do YOU pack?

[Poll #891270]


oh, and also? Bob Seger's FACE THE PROMISE totally rocks. Like the fucker was hanging over my shoulder the past five years.

"Am I talkin' too fast, am I hard to hear
have you understood a word I've said
let me put it to you this way and underline in red...

there's time to work, time to live
there's only so much time around
and if you lean too far over the wishing well
you might fall in and drown."

-- "Wreck this Heart"