it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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i will sell my soul for something pure and true

855 words on the 7faS revision today, and calling it a day. I made it all the way through the manuscript, found all the plot problems, and now I am printing the revised MS (which at 122 pages, comes in around 30,500k manuscript) so that I can take it to coffeeshops with a pen and stare at it mournfully.

But not today.

Or tomorrow, I think. Tomorrow I'm not sure what I'm doing, but it's not this. Nor is it working on the revisions for "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," because I can't do those yet, because I am awaiting on Outside Forces. Nor will I be working on Chill yet, even though I have only six weeks to finish the draft, because this needs time to sort itself out, and I will not help it sort itself out by plunging into another large project that also needs a good deal of sorting out.

So I will shower now (I am still in my pajamas--what a bizarre combination of sloth and virtupitude writers is--and then I will climb tonight, and perhaps tomorrow I will go for a run in the morning and then do a bunch of research and let my brain do story-pondering things quietly until it solves this conundrum. After all, that works sometimes.

Think about what you are doing, not how you are doing it.

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