Okay, I need to get out of here
Aug. 24th, 2012 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI caught myself on the very verge of asking the internet yet one more pedantic question - "Viceregal: to capitalise, or not to capitalise?" - and that is a step too far. Also our neighbour-whom-we-love is wandering around his front yard with a leaf blower, and there are no leaves in his front yard, and the noise is driving me crrrrazy. I think I need to be somewhere else for a while.
The morning's good news, though, is that as I was awake at 4am again, when I'd done fretting over all the dreadful possibilities that I can't do anything about now, I put in some serious thinktime on Steampunk!Mars; and not only do I know where my short story is going, I have also figured out the elusive third alternative for the YA novel, yay me. And I know what it's called, hooray! It's called Human Engines.
And really I should be hurrying to finish the short story, so that I can make a serious start on the novel; but I was in fact trying to do that, and all occasions do inform against me, so. I shall make a bid for freedom, soak up some rays, see what I can come up with for dinner tonight. And come home, of course, refreshed and ready to lay down all the words this story lacks. Because that's how it works. Oh, yes.
The morning's good news, though, is that as I was awake at 4am again, when I'd done fretting over all the dreadful possibilities that I can't do anything about now, I put in some serious thinktime on Steampunk!Mars; and not only do I know where my short story is going, I have also figured out the elusive third alternative for the YA novel, yay me. And I know what it's called, hooray! It's called Human Engines.
And really I should be hurrying to finish the short story, so that I can make a serious start on the novel; but I was in fact trying to do that, and all occasions do inform against me, so. I shall make a bid for freedom, soak up some rays, see what I can come up with for dinner tonight. And come home, of course, refreshed and ready to lay down all the words this story lacks. Because that's how it works. Oh, yes.