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Successful "getting out of the house" achieved yesterday. I didn't do anything particularly exciting--a little recycling, the bookstore, visiting the maternal unit, lunch at the coffee shop--but it felt darned good after being house bound so much last week. And my repast at the coffee shop was ever so much better than the contents of that pizza box: a smoked chicken, papaya and avocado salad. Yumskers!
Roving does wonders for one's disposition and paranoia.
I went to the bookstore to buy some puzzle books. I don't really like them, but they're time killers and since I'll be spending time in a waiting room at the end of the week, I need time killers. I can't seem to do much reading when I'm worried. Maybe I'll find more naughty words encoded in the Word puzzle.
As usual, when I stopped by the bookstore, I didn't get away as lightly as I thought going in. In addition to the puzzlers, I got four books. Well, one of those doesn't really count: a bargain book that had been further marked down to $1.00--Boswell's life of Johnson, how could I resist? Someone had left it sitting on one of the shelves of the romance section, so it needed rescuing.
I have this little game I play with myself to try to defray book buying frenzy. I call it "Barnes and Nobles Roulette." If I want a book and I find it in paperback on the shelves of my inky dinky local B&N (not the luxurious big one in Santa Monica), I can buy it. If not, I have to wait until I'm flush or have gift certificates. Sometimes, like yesterday, and at times of the year when a lot of new books are hitting the shelves, this backfires on me. I paid full price for Jacqueline Carey's Banewreaker, just out in paperback; Urban Shaman by C. E. Murphy, at the recommendation of the lovely and talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raecarson; and If Angels Burn by Lynn Viehl. I'd looked at that before without buying, but chiefly decided to buy this time because she's going through a hard time right now. I know, that doesn't make much sense, but I'm nothing if not quixotic. After snagging that book, I made myself stop looking at books because...well, I couldn't afford to buy what I'd already bought.
So, I console myself that it's better than having an addiction to heroin or cocaine.
At the coffee shop I also did a great deal of writing on chapter one of my alternate universe novel, Charged With Folly. I finished it when I got home, for a total of 1750 words yesterday. It's a goofy story! I wanted it to be a bit overblown, but I may have gone too far in that direction. No plans to write any more on that yet--I have to finish Night Warrior, and I can't write two novels at once. I need to be immersed to keep all the plot threads straight. But I feel like I can sit down and write Folly sometime in the future. I got a good start on it, and once I know how something starts and ends, the rest falls into place. Eventually.
Back at work today. Exhausted since I couldn't get to sleep last night. But present and making like a working person.
And like the dutiful trooper that I am, I went back to work on chapter 27 of Night Warrior today. Not much in the verbiage department, but that's not the point.
Roving does wonders for one's disposition and paranoia.
I went to the bookstore to buy some puzzle books. I don't really like them, but they're time killers and since I'll be spending time in a waiting room at the end of the week, I need time killers. I can't seem to do much reading when I'm worried. Maybe I'll find more naughty words encoded in the Word puzzle.
As usual, when I stopped by the bookstore, I didn't get away as lightly as I thought going in. In addition to the puzzlers, I got four books. Well, one of those doesn't really count: a bargain book that had been further marked down to $1.00--Boswell's life of Johnson, how could I resist? Someone had left it sitting on one of the shelves of the romance section, so it needed rescuing.
I have this little game I play with myself to try to defray book buying frenzy. I call it "Barnes and Nobles Roulette." If I want a book and I find it in paperback on the shelves of my inky dinky local B&N (not the luxurious big one in Santa Monica), I can buy it. If not, I have to wait until I'm flush or have gift certificates. Sometimes, like yesterday, and at times of the year when a lot of new books are hitting the shelves, this backfires on me. I paid full price for Jacqueline Carey's Banewreaker, just out in paperback; Urban Shaman by C. E. Murphy, at the recommendation of the lovely and talented
raecarson; and If Angels Burn by Lynn Viehl. I'd looked at that before without buying, but chiefly decided to buy this time because she's going through a hard time right now. I know, that doesn't make much sense, but I'm nothing if not quixotic. After snagging that book, I made myself stop looking at books because...well, I couldn't afford to buy what I'd already bought.So, I console myself that it's better than having an addiction to heroin or cocaine.
At the coffee shop I also did a great deal of writing on chapter one of my alternate universe novel, Charged With Folly. I finished it when I got home, for a total of 1750 words yesterday. It's a goofy story! I wanted it to be a bit overblown, but I may have gone too far in that direction. No plans to write any more on that yet--I have to finish Night Warrior, and I can't write two novels at once. I need to be immersed to keep all the plot threads straight. But I feel like I can sit down and write Folly sometime in the future. I got a good start on it, and once I know how something starts and ends, the rest falls into place. Eventually.
Back at work today. Exhausted since I couldn't get to sleep last night. But present and making like a working person.
And like the dutiful trooper that I am, I went back to work on chapter 27 of Night Warrior today. Not much in the verbiage department, but that's not the point.