"Please, I know it's hard to believe, to see a perfect forest through so many splintered trees."
Always hallways, right?
Sunny today, after a cold night (low of 38˚F). Our high was 60˚F, and it is now 59˚F. We're looking at an even colder night tonight than last night, 35˚F, but still above freezing, so yay.
I posted this a couple of hours ago on Twitter and thought it would be met with derision. Shows what I know. Maybe there are others who can see the writing in the wall. Oh, what I posted: When basic democracy hangs by a thread, you do not make things worse by fighting for Utopia.
You hear that, AOC?
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So, here's my daily routine, and it is a routine I mean to adhere to for at least the next three months:
~7 a.m. - 7:30 a.m. - Breakfast
7:30 a.m. - 9 a.m. - Wake-up reading
9 a.m. - 9:30 - break
9:30 a.m. - 11: a.m. Fiction writing, The Night Watchers/Sirenia Digest.*
11 a.m. - 11:15 - break
11:15 a.m. - 1:30 p.m. - Science writing/reading, mostly the plioplatecarpine mosasaur paper now in progess.
2 p.m. – Movie break (+ snacks; and I watch documentaries on the weekends, instead of movies).
5 p.m. - Dinner.
5:30 p.m. - Blog.
6-8 p.m. RP.
8 p.m. - 12 a.m. Prep work on Winifred the Tylosaur and/or TV.
12 a.m. - Bed.
Hopefully, two days a week, at least, I'll be working at McWane, and I have not yet settled out how the schedule will run on those days.
My life may depend on adhering to this schedule, or one very similar to it.
Note to Sirenia Digest subscribers: Some of the missing issues will contain sample chapters from The Night Watchers, thanks to Bill at SubPress.
* I average 1,100 wds. of polished, finished prose/hour, so this should yield at least 25,000k words/month, allowing for days things do not go well.
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Last night, Kathryn and I saw The Electrical Life of Louis Wain, with Benedict Cumberbatch and Claire Foy, and it far exceeds my expectations for it. A gorgeous and heartbreaking film. I was actually in tears at the end, and I always hate to admit crying over anything. So, see this film, streaming free on Amazon Prime. Brilliant, truly brilliant. That was the good thing about yesterday.
Look! EBay! Someone better fucking bid on that OUT-OF-PRINT copy of Tales of Pain and Wonder.
And that's all I have for now.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:16 p.m.
Sunny today, after a cold night (low of 38˚F). Our high was 60˚F, and it is now 59˚F. We're looking at an even colder night tonight than last night, 35˚F, but still above freezing, so yay.
I posted this a couple of hours ago on Twitter and thought it would be met with derision. Shows what I know. Maybe there are others who can see the writing in the wall. Oh, what I posted: When basic democracy hangs by a thread, you do not make things worse by fighting for Utopia.
You hear that, AOC?
-----
So, here's my daily routine, and it is a routine I mean to adhere to for at least the next three months:
~7 a.m. - 7:30 a.m. - Breakfast
7:30 a.m. - 9 a.m. - Wake-up reading
9 a.m. - 9:30 - break
9:30 a.m. - 11: a.m. Fiction writing, The Night Watchers/Sirenia Digest.*
11 a.m. - 11:15 - break
11:15 a.m. - 1:30 p.m. - Science writing/reading, mostly the plioplatecarpine mosasaur paper now in progess.
2 p.m. – Movie break (+ snacks; and I watch documentaries on the weekends, instead of movies).
5 p.m. - Dinner.
5:30 p.m. - Blog.
6-8 p.m. RP.
8 p.m. - 12 a.m. Prep work on Winifred the Tylosaur and/or TV.
12 a.m. - Bed.
Hopefully, two days a week, at least, I'll be working at McWane, and I have not yet settled out how the schedule will run on those days.
My life may depend on adhering to this schedule, or one very similar to it.
Note to Sirenia Digest subscribers: Some of the missing issues will contain sample chapters from The Night Watchers, thanks to Bill at SubPress.
* I average 1,100 wds. of polished, finished prose/hour, so this should yield at least 25,000k words/month, allowing for days things do not go well.
-----
Last night, Kathryn and I saw The Electrical Life of Louis Wain, with Benedict Cumberbatch and Claire Foy, and it far exceeds my expectations for it. A gorgeous and heartbreaking film. I was actually in tears at the end, and I always hate to admit crying over anything. So, see this film, streaming free on Amazon Prime. Brilliant, truly brilliant. That was the good thing about yesterday.
Look! EBay! Someone better fucking bid on that OUT-OF-PRINT copy of Tales of Pain and Wonder.
And that's all I have for now.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:16 p.m.