Shred all the twilight

Yesterday was another surprisingly productive day (can I actually make a whole week of them?).  It almost feels weird to be blogging about productive days, to be honest.  I shouldn’t complain, but it just feels weird.

Random thing: you don’t notice how much chronic illness really affects you until some of it lifts.  It’s like when I take painkillers for a headache and then notice how the rest of my joint pains fade as well.  I just get used to a lot of the background pain, I guess.  It’s really strange to actually have a modicum of energy and focus back.  Hoping that it lasts.

Writing yesterday: 1,300 words on this draft of Never.  I think I may need to employ some of my faithful beta readers to have a read over the first act (which I am approaching the end of).  Just noticed that I’m creeping up on 25k words, too.  I’m still not sure about the pacing of the first few chapters.  It’s hard to get a feel for the whole when you’re looking at a book a thousand words at a time.

Somewhat unusually for me, I also got hit with a short story idea yesterday.  It’s still only a germ of an idea, but I’ll file it away and see if it wants to become something useful.  I really want to write more short stories.  I miss chasing their publication.

Reading: I started reading Lisa L. Hannet’s Bluegrass Symphony.  Which is awesome and frightening and brain-breaking.  You should read it if you like slightly weird, sometimes disturbing but beautifully written short stories.

I can’t remember what we actually watched last night, so it can’t have been too memorable.  I did manage a walk yesterday, though it was one of those days where I felt like I was slogging through molasses.

Today has, so far, been a scattershot day.  Both the kidlet and I have been a bit short-tempered and out of sorts.  But I have been writing, and I shall write some more.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.