Sometimes it's just too much, y'know?
Feb. 2nd, 2007 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceToday? Well, I roasted a chicken...
Also I shopped, and teased the cat. And read. Oh, and potted up a couple of dozen chilli-seeds, in a fit of hapless optimism.
I was, of course, supposed to be finishing a story. This would be the science fiction story I've been working on all week; I was going well yesterday, five in the evening and about to open the wine; one more good stretch then and a hard slog today and I'd have got there, for values of 'there' that simply encompass an ending.
But at 5:05 yesterday, I took a phone call from poets, which set me on a direct course to the pub, and much drinking. So there was no more work last night, and today was - well, slow. Five hundred words, or thereabouts, and a whole lot of gloomy feelings; I haven't actually read it, but it feels as though I have ten pages of infodump and no real story. This SF thing? It's hard...
Also I shopped, and teased the cat. And read. Oh, and potted up a couple of dozen chilli-seeds, in a fit of hapless optimism.
I was, of course, supposed to be finishing a story. This would be the science fiction story I've been working on all week; I was going well yesterday, five in the evening and about to open the wine; one more good stretch then and a hard slog today and I'd have got there, for values of 'there' that simply encompass an ending.
But at 5:05 yesterday, I took a phone call from poets, which set me on a direct course to the pub, and much drinking. So there was no more work last night, and today was - well, slow. Five hundred words, or thereabouts, and a whole lot of gloomy feelings; I haven't actually read it, but it feels as though I have ten pages of infodump and no real story. This SF thing? It's hard...