Work on Friday was a bit of a long day. One of the people I worked with last time is thinking she might want my help for summer, so that could be useful. The hour and a half commute each way is very annoying; John has suggested a few things. Heading in early, hitting the gym or a coffee shop, and working out or getting writing done.
Both would be nice. Either would be nice, honestly, although I admit I am lacking faith in my carrying through with either.
Reading Sarah Monette makes me hopeful. Sone of the things she writes are like the kind of things I would like to write. It is just nice to see that it can be done, although its a leap from there to my being able to do it. The words I got out yesterday are annoying me; I’m trying to work myself up to finishing the damn thing. Maybe I will come across a tone or style that makes sense for it and then I will at least know how to pare down and shape up what I have.
I know what I want it to be about. It is just a near-impossible jump from there to plot, apparently.
Still. Better done than not done? And if I make progress I can celebrate by taking an hour to go find Harold or something. Fallout 3 is not as good as New Vegas, I am finding, but Harold and Dogmeat help a lot.