Hmph

Fuck, I don't even want to move today.
But my hands move, and they fly across the keyboard. I am writing about cosmic dragons and cosmic unicorns and the psychics who have to live with them.
I've decided that yes, dammit, if you are psychotic and reality-bending enough, you can drag people physically into the astral plane for a little while, with enough shielding. Don't deny me this, I'm the author and my antagonist bends realities. So there. Also, dragons have eagle-like eyes (birds and reptiles share common ancestors, damn it), unicorns are any color they want to be, telekinesis can help heal fractures, and my main protagonist is about to have a very very bad day with no way out.
Maybe I just need to vent through characters.
Also, I am having a bad day. I feel like shit. Everything aches and burns. My sinuses throb. I took my vitamin D, my vitamin C, my magnesium, my MSM, my neem, my oregano and hemp oils. I stretched, I exercised, I meditated, I thought positive thoughts until my brain was leaking rainbows. I feel like shit. But that's okay. There are no miracles.
I'll feel better soon.

Hmph

Fuck, I don't even want to move today.
But my hands move, and they fly across the keyboard. I am writing about cosmic dragons and cosmic unicorns and the psychics who have to live with them.
I've decided that yes, dammit, if you are psychotic and reality-bending enough, you can drag people physically into the astral plane for a little while, with enough shielding. Don't deny me this, I'm the author and my antagonist bends realities. So there. Also, dragons have eagle-like eyes (birds and reptiles share common ancestors, damn it), unicorns are any color they want to be, telekinesis can help heal fractures, and my main protagonist is about to have a very very bad day with no way out.
Maybe I just need to vent through characters.
Also, I am having a bad day. I feel like shit. Everything aches and burns. My sinuses throb. I took my vitamin D, my vitamin C, my magnesium, my MSM, my neem, my oregano and hemp oils. I stretched, I exercised, I meditated, I thought positive thoughts until my brain was leaking rainbows. I feel like shit. But that's okay. There are no miracles.
I'll feel better soon.

Hmph

Fuck, I don't even want to move today.
But my hands move, and they fly across the keyboard. I am writing about cosmic dragons and cosmic unicorns and the psychics who have to live with them.
I've decided that yes, dammit, if you are psychotic and reality-bending enough, you can drag people physically into the astral plane for a little while, with enough shielding. Don't deny me this, I'm the author and my antagonist bends realities. So there. Also, dragons have eagle-like eyes (birds and reptiles share common ancestors, damn it), unicorns are any color they want to be, telekinesis can help heal fractures, and my main protagonist is about to have a very very bad day with no way out.
Maybe I just need to vent through characters.
Also, I am having a bad day. I feel like shit. Everything aches and burns. My sinuses throb. I took my vitamin D, my vitamin C, my magnesium, my MSM, my neem, my oregano and hemp oils. I stretched, I exercised, I meditated, I thought positive thoughts until my brain was leaking rainbows. I feel like shit. But that's okay. There are no miracles.
I'll feel better soon.

One Hundred Thousand Words.

I just looked at my word count. As of 2:50 PM today, I went past 100,000 words. I am over one hundred thousand words and still so far from finished. Oh, I can see the end. But it is all the way over there. Way over there. I could wave to it, if I had binoculars.
I feel like this is a milestone, sort of. Have I mentioned that I started writing the stories that would become this book in the spring of 2000? Ten years ago.
Call me lazy, call me unmotivated, call me blocked, call me anything. I still love this book. I've reached past a certain goal, and now I am sprinting, and even though it is going to be a long crazy twisted sprint with minimal breaks, I will get to that end.

Also, I did it while feeling wretchedly fatigued and sore.

One Hundred Thousand Words.

I just looked at my word count. As of 2:50 PM today, I went past 100,000 words. I am over one hundred thousand words and still so far from finished. Oh, I can see the end. But it is all the way over there. Way over there. I could wave to it, if I had binoculars.
I feel like this is a milestone, sort of. Have I mentioned that I started writing the stories that would become this book in the spring of 2000? Ten years ago.
Call me lazy, call me unmotivated, call me blocked, call me anything. I still love this book. I've reached past a certain goal, and now I am sprinting, and even though it is going to be a long crazy twisted sprint with minimal breaks, I will get to that end.

Also, I did it while feeling wretchedly fatigued and sore.

One Hundred Thousand Words.

I just looked at my word count. As of 2:50 PM today, I went past 100,000 words. I am over one hundred thousand words and still so far from finished. Oh, I can see the end. But it is all the way over there. Way over there. I could wave to it, if I had binoculars.
I feel like this is a milestone, sort of. Have I mentioned that I started writing the stories that would become this book in the spring of 2000? Ten years ago.
Call me lazy, call me unmotivated, call me blocked, call me anything. I still love this book. I've reached past a certain goal, and now I am sprinting, and even though it is going to be a long crazy twisted sprint with minimal breaks, I will get to that end.

Also, I did it while feeling wretchedly fatigued and sore.