Yes, I’m working on stuff. Intermittently. Not making much progress. Not writing about that today. Meanwhile, I’m venting here. I keep being told, essentially, that I shouldn’t advocate for the kids. Even if this isn’t explicit (it’s very much not explicit), I have trouble coming up with another interpretation of what gets said to me.
Indeed. I understand that outlining works for many people. Some call it a crutch; others mumble comments to the effect that planning is not a sin. Perhaps there is merit in here somewhere. For myself, it turns off my brain. There is nothing enjoyable about writing to an outline–yes, I understand an outline contains much
I know–I should be more specific. Where, exactly, isn’t rationality? Everywhere, I say, and I’ll put money on it too. But okay. I keep doing the same thing; that’s how I know I’m sane. I start these projects, knowing that I don’t have time for them. On the other hand, if I don’t start projects…how
Falling still farther behind, if the goal is to do 30 stories in 30 days. In fact I think I’ll need tomorrow, too, to finish up the first four. I didn’t even start a new story today or yesterday. Is that so bad? Sort of, yes. I had intended to get a lot more done
Well, this is definitely interesting. I think I’m about halfway done with the second story, and I’m not going to mess up the rest of the day by working on it further–this is supposed to be fun! And so far it has been. I’ll start a new story tomorrow morning, and maybe I’ll catch up
Hi folks! A few of you have apparently been bothered by the image I’ve sent out in my last few emails (for those of you who subscribe to the blog via email). Well, basically? Tough. Those people are all members of my family, and I love them, and I think the picture is kind of