Adventures du jour! After I told myself I wouldn’t start writing until I got certain tasks done, I went and did it anyway. Worse yet, I wrote a dream sequence of the Idiot Quartet gaming at a pizza place, but they’re not gaming, they’re arguing about something plot-related. Eventually the scene breaks down. I have […]

Adventures du jour! So I sent a request to a certain editor to see if she would beta-read the WIP in progress for me a couple of days ago, with an eye to editing it. I desperately need a sensitivity reader, and I really like this editor, and whenever I see her in person she

Adventures du jour. I got up in a foul mood, the kind of mood that develops into (my version of) depression if I don’t take care of it. “Why do you even bother to write?” is a red flag for this. I’m learning to take it seriously when something triggers me to bring hate or

Part/book 2 of the WIP, Blind Date with Death, is done! I feel like it’s going incredibly slowly, but that’s just me thinking in ghostwriting terms. I’ve been making song playlists for each part of the WIP, and my brain is already playing the first song of the next part on repeat. I usually make

Adventures du jour! Last night, Midjourney had a meltdown and/or update that made it slow down massively, which was SUPER interesting to watch. At first I thought it was me, that I was doing something wrong. I would type a prompt, and it wouldn’t include all the elements I wanted. (Like, I’d type “unnatural creature”

Adventures of the day! This morning: another wallop of a headache, but it went away relatively quickly. Shoulders tense but not terrible; knot in the back of the neck still gone; hips tender but not terrible. Yoga: I determined my hips were the issue this morning and focused on them, including using the foam roller

Adventures du jour… The hurricane has majorly disrupted my sense of what damn day it is. IT’S SUNDAY. This morning, no massive headaches, but some minor ones of the same flavor: sinus aches, pain up the back of the neck and the base of the skull. The muscles feel softer, just as the traps did

This morning, I woke up with a murderous headache and attitude problem, and decided to skip yoga and walking. Just a foul mood, lots of “who do you think you are, you can’t write, you’ll die a failure, alone and afraid” stuff. I went over what I’ve been doing recently, and I think the mood

Post-Hurricane Ian report: meh. It could have gone super-bad but didn’t. I feel like the news tried to drive more panic than necessary, but I also can’t blame anyone, because some people won’t do squat if you don’t turn the panic level up to 11. I like storms, so anything that doesn’t get too violent