Yes I am, dammit.
Yesterday was fraught and exhausting. I took down two sets of Christmas decorations - the aged P's and our own. We had a nasty drive home on a wet M62 in thick fog, dodging the ambulances from various 'incidents' (as the overhead boards like to call them). Got home to a FREEZING house; got the Rayburn lit, and the wood stove, and - even though all the radiators are now piping, banging away to themselves in a happy fashion, the house still feels chilled. ::is currently wrapped in four layers, including Damart vest::
Anyway, Christmas is over, the cake has been eaten, the port consumed and a New Year dawns. I've been getting on spankingly with my new novel; the one about a road trip across Cuba. For much of Christmas I've been getting up around 5.30 am to write while the house was quiet. I know this sounds like some extreme form of mental disorder, but I've actualy rather enjoyed it, sitting in the dark and cosy sitting room, just me and Hamish the dog, dreaming on the sofa next to me, a cup of Earl Grey and the coloured lights of our huge and lovely Christmas tree. I was able to finish a lengthy and difficult chapter over the course of the hols, and have decided to join![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
novel_in_90 which means committing to write 750 words a day for the next 90 days, possibly finishing a novel. It seems like a good way to discipline myself to keep the momentum going. I've already written 20 thousand odd words (and they are very odd); 60,000+ more should just about do it (though I usually write about 2,000 words a day and am hoping to finish long before the April deadline).
Anyone else who's attempting to write a novel could do worse than give it a go. I was tempted to use that as a way to get me started on another novel bunny that's tearing at my limbs with big, bitey teeth, but think that might be just a BIT too much (o:
Especially as the muses have finally started biting on the sequel to Chasing Rainbows. I'd begun to wonder if I'd ever have an idea in my head about that darn story, but while I was tapping away in the wee small hours, this amazing visual image popped into what I amusingly refer to as my mind, and I'm well away, now, with the first real notes I've made in ages. So far; the evil murderer is back and Blair is away with the faries again (sorry - but you knew it had to happen ::G::), this time in a lovely, silent, snowy, Ice Queen world. Jim is very worried, biting his lip and looking terribly concerned in an intense and incredibly good-looking way. Eli will be back, too, and Henri (or maybe Simon - I haven't decided) will be in it too (cos they're not in Cascade) and they will go to the Temple again, but not until all their business is resolved in the wet and cold and snowy place.
Anyway, enough about me... ::wry smile:: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. Here's hoping 2007 is the best year ever for everyone out there! ::scatters feelgood vibes with gay abandon::
Yesterday was fraught and exhausting. I took down two sets of Christmas decorations - the aged P's and our own. We had a nasty drive home on a wet M62 in thick fog, dodging the ambulances from various 'incidents' (as the overhead boards like to call them). Got home to a FREEZING house; got the Rayburn lit, and the wood stove, and - even though all the radiators are now piping, banging away to themselves in a happy fashion, the house still feels chilled. ::is currently wrapped in four layers, including Damart vest::
Anyway, Christmas is over, the cake has been eaten, the port consumed and a New Year dawns. I've been getting on spankingly with my new novel; the one about a road trip across Cuba. For much of Christmas I've been getting up around 5.30 am to write while the house was quiet. I know this sounds like some extreme form of mental disorder, but I've actualy rather enjoyed it, sitting in the dark and cosy sitting room, just me and Hamish the dog, dreaming on the sofa next to me, a cup of Earl Grey and the coloured lights of our huge and lovely Christmas tree. I was able to finish a lengthy and difficult chapter over the course of the hols, and have decided to join
novel_in_90 which means committing to write 750 words a day for the next 90 days, possibly finishing a novel. It seems like a good way to discipline myself to keep the momentum going. I've already written 20 thousand odd words (and they are very odd); 60,000+ more should just about do it (though I usually write about 2,000 words a day and am hoping to finish long before the April deadline).Anyone else who's attempting to write a novel could do worse than give it a go. I was tempted to use that as a way to get me started on another novel bunny that's tearing at my limbs with big, bitey teeth, but think that might be just a BIT too much (o:
Especially as the muses have finally started biting on the sequel to Chasing Rainbows. I'd begun to wonder if I'd ever have an idea in my head about that darn story, but while I was tapping away in the wee small hours, this amazing visual image popped into what I amusingly refer to as my mind, and I'm well away, now, with the first real notes I've made in ages. So far; the evil murderer is back and Blair is away with the faries again (sorry - but you knew it had to happen ::G::), this time in a lovely, silent, snowy, Ice Queen world. Jim is very worried, biting his lip and looking terribly concerned in an intense and incredibly good-looking way. Eli will be back, too, and Henri (or maybe Simon - I haven't decided) will be in it too (cos they're not in Cascade) and they will go to the Temple again, but not until all their business is resolved in the wet and cold and snowy place.
Anyway, enough about me... ::wry smile:: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. Here's hoping 2007 is the best year ever for everyone out there! ::scatters feelgood vibes with gay abandon::
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