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Tuesday

Believe me, I’m not going to spend every day for the rest of my life (or the rest of this blog) talking about how I did or did not do morning pages. It’s just that the exercise itself is still so very new, and in conjunction I’ve been struggling to meet a deadline on a short story that morning pages really seems to be helping me with. So it’s been on my mind a whole lot.

I’m a little less optimistic about meeting that deadline, since it’s this Friday — and I just realized, with some shock, it’s not this Saturday — but I’m still going to plug away at it. I can always try to do something else with it if I miss The First Line‘s cut-off.

But for now, let me just say this: yesterday and today both, I did my requisite three pages in the morning, and I pulled together a page of short story each evening. Which, as I think I’ve said, is very good for me. I’ve had productive flashes before, but I am usually a painfully slow writer. The 17,000 words I wrote over a long weekend for 2011’s 3 Day Novel contest were a sleep-deprived, Canadian Rockies-influenced anomaly. (Also, while incredibly fun, probably not my best writing. Though I keep thinking I should do something with it.)

Beyond the writing, there isn’t much to report. I worked from home today. I think my brain may explode from trying to figure out political psychology. It rained a lot this evening. I’ve recently discovered Bunheads, which is filling that Gilmore Girls-sized hole I didn’t even realize I had in my life. (I still haven’t watched that show’s last season.) And that’s about it, really.

Tuesday or close enough

There were morning pages, and there was another page of short story this evening, and in between there was something approximating work. On my lunch break, I played Portal 2, which is the sort of thing you can do on the days you work from home.

One thing I avoided doing was going outside. It’s apparently very, very cold. I have decided I would prefer to take everyone else’s word for it, at least until tomorrow.

Confessions of a One-Man Spambot

It was very dark this morning, dreary and rainy, and every inch a Monday.

I spent the day doing work-type things, sending out close to 150 e-mails in the process. Yeah, it was that kind of day.

Luckily tomorrow’s Tuesday, which means I get to work from home and, maybe more importantly, get to sleep a little later. One should never pass up the opportunity to sleep a little later on a work day, when and if it comes along.

Sunday

Another cold and rainy day, like yesterday, only more so. In fact, today was pretty much yesterday all over again, except instead of of Quantum Leap, it was M*A*S*H, and instead of editing for Kaleidotrope, I was reading stories. (I’m down to just ten, which is good because I re-open to submissions in January.)

Also did the crossword and took a nap. I was going to go for a walk, honest I was, but, y’know…rain.