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Hrm. Names, names.
Right now, I'm very happy because I wrote very many pages for the story I'm working on, and I know something about what's going on. There are characters. There's crap going on in my meatspace life which is irritating me but can be channelled into writing!
It was actually quite ridiculous: as I wasn't working until this evening, most of today was spent at the keyboard, working successfully on the story without anything bothered me or interrupting. It was perfect, and I leaned back at one point said myself, "Yes. This is what I want to be doing with my life." And I felt productive.
...and then later work called about something and of course I had a shift, so as usual work asserted dominance, but for a few hours today I was thoroughly in my own life with other priorities. |
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