Adventures du jour!
Today was attitude problem day, by which I don’t mean that my attitude was a problem to me personally. You know when someone says, “You better fix that attitude of yours?” and you look deep inside yourself and go, “Make me”? That type of day.
Yesterday was good, but I didn’t get much writing done. I kept putting it off. When I finally sat down, I wrote a couple of hundred words and suddenly felt completely exhausted. NOPE. I went to bed and slept for a few hours, then woke feeling completely dehydrated again. Up again, down again. This morning I felt feverish and sore in the back of my neck and through the shoulders. Not the sharp pains I fought off a few months ago before I learned to release the traps, but more like the thing with the hips: stuff is going to move differently so muscles need to move in new ways and now they’re gonna bitch about it.
Throughout yoga I listened to music (I don’t normally), very jerky, loud, drumming/growly music. Aggressive. It fit *very* smoothly with yoga this morning. I moved myself smoothly and gently, but the spirit was the same: attitude problem.
I got up way too early, did a rather large amount of yoga that left my legs shaking again, and went for a long walk around the park where my favorite tree is.–Yesterday I rolled up a bunch of trees on Midjourney AI that were very realistic, and I was jonesing for my tree again. I felt very salty, and eventually I figured out that it was Three-Pointer bubbling up. He didn’t want to come out and play. He’s bouncing to have his stuff come to light, but the characters aren’t there yet: the Goob’s going to be the first to find out, but he’s teaching a workshop session, so I’m bouncing back and forth between the other two.
Three-Pointer knows it’s not his turn but hey, that doesn’t always make it easy to wait.
Lots of pictures this morning. I tried to take a nap but couldn’t. It’s gray and rainy here; right after I got back to the apartment it started pouring. Lazy cat day. Another cup of coffee to get some brain back; Ray wanted one, too.
I ran a bunch of Midjourney prompts, did some research, chipped away at the rest of Mr. Assassin’s scene (he harassed some Russian mobsters who are probably trafficking at the front desk–I suspect he’d giving them a chance to GTFO), started on Goth Girl’s next scene and got her met up with Sabotage.–I think I’m going to have to route the plot differently again.
It’s one thing to read a novel and go, “None of these problems would have occurred if people would just TALK to each other,” and it’s another thing to write a novel where that doesn’t happen. Goth Girl and Sabotage are going to communicate clearly and effectively right away (they already started), and that means the tension of “who is on who’s side?” is going to be gone even before I hit the next section.
Ah, they’re fighting a billionaire and his gang. They’ll need all the help they can get.–I’m watching the Elon Musk/Twitter meltdown with interest to see what I can steal for the book. The last couple of books have been about picking apart power structures, too, but the settings were a lot different. It’ll be interesting to see how much I understand how to apply the same situation in the real-ish world, without dark fantasy/horror or sci-fi elements to rely on. So far, though, the subconscious is handling things like a champ. *I* don’t see things coming, but I just work here.
While wrestling with characters, I kept coming back to FB and Midjourney to play on breaks. Which was great. I feel like the more comfortable I get with myself, the more comfortable other people get around me–which is a great way to bribe me to be more comfortable with myself, apparently.
A good day.