Yesterday I woke up a rage machine murder bot. Ted suggested I stay home from the thing I was supposed to do and work instead, as the combination of the thing I was supposed to do and having done *no work* lately were the basic components of my rage, and although I should have done the thing I had a giant hot chocolate with a lot of whipped cream and wrote instead, and by noon I had mostly (mostly) thrown off the desire to murder absolutely everything.
I had to delete a chunk of REDEEMER and revise some and write new material. The good news is that it worked and I’m no longer completely stalled out. The bad news is it took me six weeks to figure out that was what I needed to do. The other good news is that I’ve reached 75K, which…is a milestone, anyway.
Excitingly (no, seriously), I’ve been given carte blanche for leaving the house Saturday morning and checking into a hotel and not returning until Sunday night so that I can do some Serious Writing. That should help a lot, both in terms of wordcount and my mental health. @.@
(x-posted from The Essential Kit)