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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what I need, I just don't have...

Well, today was supposed to be a hugely productive day, which was largely derailed by an absolutely killer and pointless anxiety attack that I finally managed to get the better of about an hour ago. So now I feel less like I'm harboring a chestburster, but much more like I want to collapse in an exhausted heap--but I have not written nearly as much as I wanted to, so I'm going to go back and try to get some more. Because I really, really want a draft of this story by the end of the year, because god damn it, 2016, I will beat you.

I've got almost 27,000 words of it, though, and I don't think it will go to much more than 35, so that's still doable if I really dig in.

I've been writing first thing in the morning, mostly, which is nice and involves co-authors, but does involve eventually having to get out of bed and let the dog attend to his biological needs. Here are my coauthors helping this morning, however:



I moved to the living room after that so I could watch it snow more conveniently. The snow, alas, was a bit of a disappointment on the nor'easter front--our predicted 8-12 inches turned into about a wet inch and a half overnight. Well, at least we probably won't have to shovel much.

And we did get a fuzzy-tailed visitor. (Scott saw rabbits last night.)


Tags: everybody talks about the weather, kjittens, murder disney, the daily commute
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