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Every single darned time I decide that the following morning is the morning to Change Up My Bad Facebook Habit and Do The Things Instead, I find that by mid-afternoon, I have fallen into the fb quagmire.
I did wake at 6.30am, and do my morning pages first thing before I succumbed to a brief fb thing, and I did get a sizeable walk in by 9am. Did the length and back of Bellbird Dell, so a couple of km I guess. Met a pug who, on the slightest whim, wriggles down, belly to the ground. His owner calls it Splat Dog. She has to wait until he gets up again of his own accord. Which can be some time.
I got back in time to bring a pertinent email to PizzaBoy's attention, and then it was off to Coburg for my annual Capricorn lunch with MotorCycleMan, with added PizzaBoy this year. All three of us Capricorns: 4th, 9th, and 11th January.
Halfway home in the car, and I was ready for a big long sleep.
I settled onto the couch at home, read a little, and then napped on and off. I blame the hot humid weather. Also, not feeling 100%.
Awake 4.30pm, and I started stuffing around on facebook. I knew that I wanted to get in a bit of writing today - actual writing, not just morning pages, or rambling on here. Would I open up my computer and do it? No, I would not. I found myself flipping between the collection of short stories on my kindle app, fb, and - get this - googling for writing motivation podcasts.
It took me until 6.30pm to crack open this computer, and write 548 words of a new short story, one that's been noodling around in my skull for the past week. I was waiting for the perfect opening line, and realising it wasn't going to happen, I decided to just start anyway. So, set up done, and yes, it's as predictable as all get out. You know right from the start where it's going. I'm hoping the fun to be had in the meantime will be worth it for readers. After all, a reader only has to see the words 'her hand was strangely cold' to think 'vampire' these days. It's never just anemia or poor circulation.
I'm not writing vampires. But a close cousin in terms of genre.
Showed the results to PB.
"You know where it's going?" I asked.
"Oh yes," he said, happily.
Even if he is paid the big money to like everything I write, I am heartened enough to keep going, just not tonight.
I do want to do a bit more on CD GENIE, too, but have no idea where the story goes next, apart from the gnome/dwarf/brownie being very cross indeed. But, not tonight. This humidity is addling me, and I can feel pleased that I've done 500 words.
Tomorrow morning, TwentiesPerson and I have an 8am date to go swimming, so that will be my exercise for the day done, before I head off for a Magnificent Women Networking luncheon in Templestowe.
I wish I wasn't gluten intolerant (thanks, Peru, and your awful parasites). I could totally go a delicious white bread sandwich tonight. Fresh, soft white bread, softened butter, maybe egg and lettuce. Oh gods, yes!
I did wake at 6.30am, and do my morning pages first thing before I succumbed to a brief fb thing, and I did get a sizeable walk in by 9am. Did the length and back of Bellbird Dell, so a couple of km I guess. Met a pug who, on the slightest whim, wriggles down, belly to the ground. His owner calls it Splat Dog. She has to wait until he gets up again of his own accord. Which can be some time.
I got back in time to bring a pertinent email to PizzaBoy's attention, and then it was off to Coburg for my annual Capricorn lunch with MotorCycleMan, with added PizzaBoy this year. All three of us Capricorns: 4th, 9th, and 11th January.
Halfway home in the car, and I was ready for a big long sleep.
I settled onto the couch at home, read a little, and then napped on and off. I blame the hot humid weather. Also, not feeling 100%.
Awake 4.30pm, and I started stuffing around on facebook. I knew that I wanted to get in a bit of writing today - actual writing, not just morning pages, or rambling on here. Would I open up my computer and do it? No, I would not. I found myself flipping between the collection of short stories on my kindle app, fb, and - get this - googling for writing motivation podcasts.
It took me until 6.30pm to crack open this computer, and write 548 words of a new short story, one that's been noodling around in my skull for the past week. I was waiting for the perfect opening line, and realising it wasn't going to happen, I decided to just start anyway. So, set up done, and yes, it's as predictable as all get out. You know right from the start where it's going. I'm hoping the fun to be had in the meantime will be worth it for readers. After all, a reader only has to see the words 'her hand was strangely cold' to think 'vampire' these days. It's never just anemia or poor circulation.
I'm not writing vampires. But a close cousin in terms of genre.
Showed the results to PB.
"You know where it's going?" I asked.
"Oh yes," he said, happily.
Even if he is paid the big money to like everything I write, I am heartened enough to keep going, just not tonight.
I do want to do a bit more on CD GENIE, too, but have no idea where the story goes next, apart from the gnome/dwarf/brownie being very cross indeed. But, not tonight. This humidity is addling me, and I can feel pleased that I've done 500 words.
Tomorrow morning, TwentiesPerson and I have an 8am date to go swimming, so that will be my exercise for the day done, before I head off for a Magnificent Women Networking luncheon in Templestowe.
I wish I wasn't gluten intolerant (thanks, Peru, and your awful parasites). I could totally go a delicious white bread sandwich tonight. Fresh, soft white bread, softened butter, maybe egg and lettuce. Oh gods, yes!
