A Good Day

Today was not a great writing day.  I futzed around with a scene that, quite frankly, bored me to tears to write.  I suspect that tomorrow, it’ll either be getting trashed, or completely gutted.

However! Today was, apart from that, a good day.  I woke up feeling like I’d had enough sleep (which is a very rare thing), and had a very productive morning.  Played with a happy kidlet and did a tonne of housework.  Looked out at the grey, rainy day and was happy that I didn’t have to go out in it.

Of course, said rainy day has now worked its way into my joints, despite me actually being in the heated house all day.  That happens, though.  Arthritis sucks, but there could be a million worse things I have to deal with.  And mine is mostly manageable, thanks to my spectacular rheumatologist.

The kidlet continued to be happy all day, which is a thing of joy.  And a rare thing, given that he’s on the slippery slope to approaching the terrible twos.  And he even ate somewhat normally without making a huge fuss, which is always a bonus with him.  And the icing on the cake was that he had a nice long nap today, which meant that I got some reading done.

I finally finished China Mieville’s Embassytown.  Which means that I can finally listen to the last episode of The Writer and the Critic.  I really liked Embassytown, though I think it’s going to require another couple of reads to fully appreciate.  Though certain plot points reminded me a lot of David Zindell’s Neverness and Christopher Hinz’s much underappreciated Paratwa books.   Not to imply that Emabassytown is derivative of either, mind – it is very much its own beast.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.