Regardless, it's September, and I'm itching to write. There are 195 stories on the list, most of them dead, but still. That's 195 things I could be working on, and 195 things that I'm currently just not interested in working on. Not today, anyway.
The most recent was based on a coherent dream sequence; I still don't know why in the dream wyvern venom was a requisite component of magical teleportation. I'm also not sure where one would come by wyvern venom on Manhattan, given the lack of, you know, wyverns.
There's a lot of other stuff I want to pull the meat out of and put together, since a lot of the stories I started were because I had an idea for a character, or a scene, but no plot. They're like meat trimmings, and I need to put them all together and make sausage.
I think that's the grossest analogy regarding writing I've ever made.
I need to learn how to make sausage! No, no, not the edible kind...
Yeah, that totally sounds wrong.
So, yeah, I want to do at least a little bit of writing every day, for public consumption, here. The more I have to do, the more I do.
So the current list of projects is something like:
- Finish sewing renaissance outfit
- Gardening (end-of-season stuff, planning)
- Writing
- Finish touch-ups on office painting
- Paint patio posts
- Fish pond fall/winter prep
Which isn't really too terribly time intensive until you consider the social hobbies and, you know, work:
- Work 40-50 hours/week
- 10 hours of commuting/week
- Guild administration
- Raiding (3-6 hours/week)
- Monday night gaming
- Tenure binder
- Work project planning (National Gaming Day, NaNoWriMo)
Crap, NaNoWriMo.
And I do like to sleep sometimes.
But yeah, a little bit of writing every day.
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