Memo to Self:

[desperance]

When issuing challenges that demand the writing of 60K words or thereabouts - the better half of a novel - in a month, it is not a good idea to celebrate with eight or nine pints of beer.

*nods*

*flinches*

*needs coffee*

In other news: I seem to have woken up with a cold. Bloody FantasyCon. All those bloody people needing kissing, bloody bloody...

*coughs*

*sniffles*

In other news: I hate my book. It's all talk, it's going nowhere, I've lost the plot (in a very literal sense) and will something please happen? Please? Look: I have a motorbike! I have a boat! I have a girl with superhuman powers! I have a boy with six fingers on the run from mighty evil beings! I have a blindingly obvious trap he's about to walk into! How can it be this dull?

*sighs*

*goes shopping*

Comments

[davidbarnett.livejournal.com]

I rose to the challenge by having a couple of glasses of wine and then cleaning the carpet at close to midnight (the two were not related).

I find I do my best thinking when the Bissell is humming. But have not, alas, written as much as a comma since your gauntlet stung my face yesterday.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Oh, lor'. We are not best prepared for this, I fear, nor responding well. Still, it's in the finest tradition of the British amateur sportsman: wager heavily against mighty deeds tomorrow, then go out and drink to the enterprise all night.

I'm not sure if it's a happy or an unhappy consideration in the circs, but this is of course not a zero-sum game: it is possible for us both to lose...

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

There, there.

I'm glad you understand that when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.:)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Sweetie, I have always understood this. I am your total agoraphile (a word I have just new-minted, to mean a lover of marketplaces and the generic retail experience).

Also, I have just had the most flattering e-mail of my professional life, and am Feeling Better. Thank you.

[pennski.livejournal.com]

And there I was about to say "go re-read your nice email. Believe the feedback".

Plus I read that as angoraphile which is a more specific type of retail therapy.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Whoo yeah, indeed it is. I don't myself go for angora, but I have a friend who does (d'you know Richard Zimler's work? If not, go read "The Last Kabbalist of Lisbon", soon as).

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

There, there! I'm sending you virtual chicken soup, homemade, and a nice hot whisky toddy. Not togther -- but taken at different times, they'll set you right. And spend the day sleeping, with Barry on guard. You'll feel much better tomorrow.

Hmm, with the book. I doubt it's as bad as you fear it is right now. The illness is making it look worse. There may be things that still need work -- once you wake up rested with a clear head, the overall won't look as bad, and the things that need fixing -- you'll get inspired and be able to rework them.

For now, just give yourself a few days off, snuggle in bed sleeping, being taken care of by the cat, reading, watching TV or doing whatever you feel is lovely and indulgent, until you're better.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Days off? Days off? Honey, I don't have days off! I only have off days, which are a whole nother matter...

Besides which, the cat is no bloody use at all when I'm sick in bed. He comes in every now and then, preens and poses, but I can't see him properly, I haven't got my glasses on and I'm not in the mood to admire, so then he disappears again. Bloody cats, bloody bloody...

So no, no sickbed for Chaz; in any case, I have to go out tonight. In my big huggy jacket, you'll be pleased to hear, which is kind of like taking a duvet with me. It's a sort of memorial evening for m'friend Julia Darling, who died last year. People will read her poetry, and the whole damn' theatre will be filled with friends of ours, and I'm not going to miss it.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Correction - someone will sing her poetry. The music was fab - that kind of jazz that has loose connectivity and very tight rehearsal - tho' I'm not sure that the poems actually benefited from it. Maybe that's just me, but I do believe in the true word unadorned.

[handworn.livejournal.com]

I think what I might be tempted to do in your place is-- no, not go shopping, though I like the idea of angoraphilia-- turn the tables a little and write a bit from the POV of the mighty evil beings pursuing the six-fingered boy. Not to use. Just for fun, for perspective and for loosening things up a bit.