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kjpepperSo nausea (mine) and tiredness (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart's) contrived to send me home to the bolthole alone tonight, there to find that girlie-dono had hung up curtains in the upstairs and the downstairs of my house (goddamn, but curtains do make a WORLD of difference in how a room looks...) and Christmas lights on one of the sprinkler pipes up here, which is probably a fire hazard, but nyeh, this isn't Smith. She loves me, yes she does.
Still this is not a bad thing because holy crap. I just spent the last twoish hours writing. Not writing as in complaining about my life in LJ again, no, there was honest to goodness, all-right-all-right-shut-up-already-and-I'll-tell-your-story writing. I can't really remember when the last time I did THAT was. Probably the last time I had a desktop computer, which was, oh, 2002?
Damn that felt good. No promises on whether it will go anywhere beyond the chapter or so that I've gotten down, but I hope it does, and I also hope that maybe I can get the rest of the characters I've been carrying around in my head onto "paper" as well.
I've missed this... here's to making writing a regular habit again.
sundart's) contrived to send me home to the bolthole alone tonight, there to find that girlie-dono had hung up curtains in the upstairs and the downstairs of my house (goddamn, but curtains do make a WORLD of difference in how a room looks...) and Christmas lights on one of the sprinkler pipes up here, which is probably a fire hazard, but nyeh, this isn't Smith. She loves me, yes she does.Still this is not a bad thing because holy crap. I just spent the last twoish hours writing. Not writing as in complaining about my life in LJ again, no, there was honest to goodness, all-right-all-right-shut-up-already-and-I'll-tell-your-story writing. I can't really remember when the last time I did THAT was. Probably the last time I had a desktop computer, which was, oh, 2002?
Damn that felt good. No promises on whether it will go anywhere beyond the chapter or so that I've gotten down, but I hope it does, and I also hope that maybe I can get the rest of the characters I've been carrying around in my head onto "paper" as well.
I've missed this... here's to making writing a regular habit again.
