January 26th, 2004

bear by san

Sleepy Bear

Overslept this morning. Was ten minutes late to work. Have been forgiven, due to mitigating circumstances.

"Honest, officer, the cat wouldn't let me leave...."

Not much writing done yesterday--it sort of got declared a goof-off day, and I had dinner with friends, hung out in chat rooms, edited about a page and a half (which somehow involved writing an additional 131 words--despite the fact that I kept cutting things, so I guess I did write about a page) and did not go to bed early, after all.

I'm in an interesting place, writing-wise. After two years of really intensive effort and productivity, I'm trying to convince the guilt gorilla that I really don't need to spend *all* my time racking up word count, and that it's okay to relax a little and let the well refill.

The world will not end if I do not get all 11 novels I currently have competing for space in my brain on paper by Tuesday next.


Time for a switch to sustainable agriculture, I think. As soon as I can figure out how to de-overclock the productive part of my brain.
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