I’ve been unbearably cranky all day, and it finally occurred to me that it was because there was a bit of story trying to claw its way out. That happens, sometimes, when I don’t write for three or four months. Also, things I thought were short stories sprout into five-book series when I turn my back on them that long. Honestly…
New words: 1331
Reason for stopping: bedtime, and I’m out of steam for now
Sustenance: Raspberry tea, leftover pumpkin cheesecake
Darling du jour: Can’t tell you that.
Mean things: Years of regret. Dropped a bombshell on a nice guy who didn’t deserve it.
Musical accompaniment: Kate Earl and A Fine Frenzy
Time wasters: Heroes, Friday Night Lights, and writer’s strike gossip
I had a lovely title for this, back when it was a short story. Now it won’t do at all. Guess I’ll have to save it for something else. As for this, it had better not get delusions of grandeur; it’s still very much a back-burner thing.
In other news: I get congested every time a cold front rolls in, so I’ve been sickly for the last two weeks or so. Also, I have a new desk. And today — well after last week’s baking marathon — I discovered a small stand mixer in a kitchen cabinet. When did that get there?!