Back in the groove, for a moment…

I wrote 4,000 words in two days. This is as close to a miracle as I get since my writing mojo has been sorta lacking the past few weeks. It’s a silly story, the “Miss Abbas, you can’t go walking about Highfrost without underwear!” story, and now Anaria and Orin have had their moment. The story desperately needs a re-write, as Orin is too passive and not enough of a jerk in his own right, and the story just isn’t funny enough; slapstick in writing is freaking hard. I’d like this trend to continue, naturally, but I probably won’t write today as my schedule is full, but tomorrow I’ve got two writing slots open, so that’s do-able.

Also, last night I have the nastiest, dirtiest, most repulsive “How can I fuck with the character’s mind” moments I’ve had in years. It makes the situation on Discovery ever more dire, it puts the Linia character into a tailspin of self-analysis and reproof, and it does a better job of getting Chelle and Nooj into the relationship I want. All the better.

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The geekiest observation one could possibly make.

Husky Stadium

The first time I saw Husky Stadium in Seattle, my reaction was "Look! It's a laughing Pierson's Puppeteer!"

Still not dying.

Heard back from the physician today. All my results are negative. There is no plaque in my neck to come loose and cause a TIA, and my heart shows excellent capacity and volume. All my valves are in great shape. Still got 40 years or 400,000 miles on me, at least.

I'm still not dying any faster than before.