Words Written: various words on DFL and untitled vermin story; notes on ALNM

I haven’t felt much like writing, largely because my life has felt pretty dull. Well, not dull for me, but dull to relate. Perhaps that’s a curse of working at home. On the other hand, when I post something, maybe you’ll be guaranteed of getting something really smashing.

In the meantime, a brief recap of the past few days.

Tuesday, Ken took some giant important part off the heater, went out, bought many parts, and spent long hours in the garage and under the house. Now the heater really works. (I’m not saying whatever he did before was wrong, but it was apparently not enough.) So I shan’t freeze to death while he’s gone, and that’s a Very Good Thing. I felt bad for making him stop to take me to get stitches, which mean the final work was done after dark, but he said it didn’t matter because it was dark under the house all the time.

Wednesday morning, I got up to see Ken off, then went back to bed and slept for hours and hours. Well, that’s what it felt like. I did get up indulgently late. It felt great.

Despite my damn finger, I had Stuff to Do on the Computer, so I started slogging through e-mail, plus I did some work stuff. It would be hard to do actual writing, because I have to stop to figure out how to type certain words, and I lose my train of thought. But e-mail I could handle. I also watched a fair amount of The Triangle and read more of 4&20BB.

In the evening, I made the looooong trek to Morgana & Brian’s for supper (orange-curry chicken, yum!). We three walked through part of the Historic District to look at the lights, and then settled down here to watch Love Actually, which they’d never seen and which I desperately love and must watch at Christmastime every year. Gods, what an utterly amazing movie. Love it love it love it.

[Then I wrote:] Now they’re gone, and it’s quiet, and I’m on the edge of maudlinity, but all will be well. I’m going to answer a little more e-mail, print part of a novel, and maybe watch a little more TV before bed.

Thursday I talked to Teresa for quite a long time, about upcoming Sophie projects and publicity, and also about DFL. Well, she indulged me whilst I rambled insanely about DFL, which allowed me to figure out a big sticking point. So I wrote up some new bits at the end of the stalled scene, and eventually I’ll go back and weave it in properly. I also wrote a bit on a story for an upcoming anthology. I don’t think it works as a story as is, but it was a stream-of-consciousness type of thing from the mind of the main character, so it will help me write the story (if that makes any sense). I love the idea I have, but I’m not sure how to make it happen. Near-future horror with a protagonist who’s at least a little nuts.

I’m spending most of my writing time rereading A Little Night Music (title change back from Trusting Nate, which neither Sarah nor I really liked) and making extensive revision notes.

I’ve also been doing publishing work (of course), which is slow (the Windows interface I have to open slows things down, and doesn’t understand my keyboard properly, and has a bug wherein every time I log in, I have to reset the time from GMT). But just the mere fact that I didn’t have to drive more than an hour to do the work makes it better. And the fact that I didn’t have to get up early, and can work in the middle of the night if I want to. And the fact that Eostre comes by at least once a day demanding love. She truly is a miracle cat.

I’ve been sleeping pretty well, although much longer hours than I probably ought to. Ken says I’ve been deficient for so long that it’s not a surprise. It’s just taking some getting used to, really. And understanding that I can go back to my natural rhythms of sleeping later and staying up later.

Yesterday I battled gruesome traffic to get to Tani’s in Long Beach, where she was having a little Styx-video-watchin’-and-holiday-celebratin’ party. Just four guests, and enough food for twenty. :-) Fran and I ditched the party partway through to go to…

…the Forever Twelve concert! They don’t play live very often, so if you missed it, you really missed out. This was their best show yet. Cat sounded great, too. (Hi, honey! Love you!) As part of my roadiegroupie#1fan duties, I’m now Official Band Photographer…

Amy, Beathog, and Domhnall came late, so I didn’t get to hang out with Amy nearly as much as I wanted (Fran and I left pretty quickly after the concert, seeing as we’d ditched a party). Several other friends came, too, although very few from Darachshire, which was a little disappointing. Granted, it was a long drive, but still. A live Forever Twelve show! How can you pass that up?

In other news, the beouf bourguignon came out fabulously, even if I’ve been eating it all week. More crock pot adventures in our future. Possible potato leek soup next, because I’ve been craving it, and can’t find a decent source.

Hope is coming over today to work on my website, and I’m desperately hoping we can get it up and running soon. I need to get the word out about various writing news as well as upcoming publicity appearances, and a contest!

So, with that, I should ablute and get some work done before she arrives. And clean off Ken’s side of the desk so she has a place to set up!

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What Have I Done Today to Make My Writing Dream Come True? See above.
Currently Reading: Four & Twenty Blackbirds, Cherie Priest
Lately Listened To: Xmas carols in my head; a bunch of blowfish.com podcasts and RWA sessions
Recently Watched: The Triangle; bunches of Styx stuff