Hestia: 849

It’s 1:25 a.m., and I’ve just Dared myself to write until 2 a.m. To stop farting around and produce something. I’ll give myself five minutes to update the journal, and then away I go.

Got up early this morning to take Eostre to the vet for her annual shots plus a look at a raw spot on her stump. A few times a year, she worries away at an itchy spot and ends up needing a shot and medication. She was truly unhappy about this whole experience, and bit me for the first time (although not very hard—she was upset, not nasty). The offices were large and modern, and the vet himself was British, which was amusing. Eclipse and Grimoire go in for their shots on Monday.

Had Spinners tonight, reviewing my story “Innocence”. Mixed review. Most didn’t like the way I framed it. But it’s tough; if I write it “real time”, I’m not saying anything new about the fairy tale until the very end. I’ve spent three years trying to decide whose story it is, whose pov it should be in. But I got an interesting suggestion of how to play with it, and I think I will, if nothing else as an experiment. As it is, no one else has volunteered to turn in for next month’s meeting…

In between those two things (and after Spinners), I finished editing article 5 of the journal I’m working on, and also went through all the comments from the CE supervisor thus far on what I’ve done. I’m doing fairly well, but there are gaps in my memory.

1:30—time to write!

2:30 a.m.—I was on a roll and kept going. Finished the basics of the scene; I’m going to fire it back to Teresa for the final wrap-up paragraphs. Now I’ve really got to get to bed. Part of me is fired up to keep working, but I know I’m tired, and I’m just not going to produce anything brilliant if I keep going.