February 9th, 2015

new england bare trees winter manchester

every night, every night is just the same.

I wrote close to 6000 words today. I finished a draft of the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse story, which is due Thursday and still needs a title, and I also did all the structural stuff on a piece that's been languishing for a year, which is the bard trolling story. Now it just needs the actual humorous bits.

I'm writing a lot of witty stories lately. But the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse is not that. It is SAD with a SADNESS. I was aiming for lighthearted buddy caper. I seem to have inverted the goal.

I did absolutely nothing else, except shovel the steps and eat some lunch.

Now I'm going to go exercise while I watch Agent Carter. My god, I'm tired.

There was tea. It was Upton genmaicha in the roseconfetti teacup, and I'm too tired to upload a photo.

"That day, Mr Earbrass wrote for so long and so hard that when he stopped he felt rather sick." Yes, I'm misquoting. I'm also too tired to go look it up.
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