Sigh, back to the grind
Jan. 3rd, 2006 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdWork steadies me. It gives my day a shape, a form. It also drags me out of bed and makes me cranky, but that's because I'm a sleeper. I love to sleep. I hate going to bed at night but I'll sleep all day if I'm allowed.
Or maybe I'm just grumpy because I hate hustling everyone out the door. Alarm clocks would be a good thing in our house.
You may have noticed I never posted resolutions.
Like Fulguhm, I don't make resolutions. I backdate accomplishments.
Tonight, it's back in the batter box for me. Must finish it tonight.
Also, finished the initial proof of what I'm tenatively calling "My Dark Nikolai." I'm considering adding in a brief scene with someone pounding on a hundred year old copy of a Left Behind book, insisting that it's all coming true and the Foreign Devil That Squats Atop the World has called his Nicolae to him... But who listens to crazies on the street? (big hugs to my mother)
Also considering writing a brief historical prologue. And chapter titles, which are lyric lines taken from "My Fair Lady." Of course that means breaking it into chapters.
What's worrying me is my reluctance to write without a drink at hand. Wine, rum & coke, coke with brandy, more wine. I am not a hard-drinking, 1940s film noir writer, hunched over my typewriter, with a cigarette burning itself out in the ashtray beside me, my creativity fueled in equal parts by the muses Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, the Marlboro Man and Hop Sing's Take-out.
But you know, I think I want that as my author photo. 8)
Or maybe I'm just grumpy because I hate hustling everyone out the door. Alarm clocks would be a good thing in our house.
You may have noticed I never posted resolutions.
Like Fulguhm, I don't make resolutions. I backdate accomplishments.
Tonight, it's back in the batter box for me. Must finish it tonight.
Also, finished the initial proof of what I'm tenatively calling "My Dark Nikolai." I'm considering adding in a brief scene with someone pounding on a hundred year old copy of a Left Behind book, insisting that it's all coming true and the Foreign Devil That Squats Atop the World has called his Nicolae to him... But who listens to crazies on the street? (big hugs to my mother)
Also considering writing a brief historical prologue. And chapter titles, which are lyric lines taken from "My Fair Lady." Of course that means breaking it into chapters.
What's worrying me is my reluctance to write without a drink at hand. Wine, rum & coke, coke with brandy, more wine. I am not a hard-drinking, 1940s film noir writer, hunched over my typewriter, with a cigarette burning itself out in the ashtray beside me, my creativity fueled in equal parts by the muses Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, the Marlboro Man and Hop Sing's Take-out.
But you know, I think I want that as my author photo. 8)
