Days 15, 16 Writing FayTown Calling
Absolutely disgusted with this as it’s pretty much the only thing I’ve written in two days.
Worse, both are completely on me.
Friday was work, then home, then to bed early. I looked over at the computer for a brief moment and just couldn’t summon up the energy to do anything.
Today, both my son and I slept in while my wife was at school. Saturday is her big day for clinicals so me and the Spawn get to spend the day together. We got up, played until we were hungry, then went and got Chick-fil-a. Played some more until my wife got home (early this Saturday) and then he was down for a nap (which, thanks to the new plane game where I spin him through the air until he “crashes”, he was out instantly).
Then I mowed.
If you live in the South, you know why I’m exhausted. Rain and heat are a bad mix and down here it seems to be something almost physical in the air. It brings humidity, makes the grass grow faster, and with the amount we’ve been getting, keeps me from mowing it for nearly three weeks. The grass was still wet from yesterday’s storm, clogging the mower every twenty feet or so, and the sun decided to come out in between storms just to glare at me.
Ever notice that Virgil’s mind doesn’t have a sun? That’s straight from me. The sun is oppressive, glaring, belligerent, and insisting.
Anyway, this mow was the wrose I’ve done in a while and it has sapped me of everything I’ve got. I had two cups of coffee at 7:30 after I went and got dinner, hoping that would get me in gear. It kept me from falling asleep on the couch but the fugue is still upon me. I do try to come in with at least one idea when I do yard work and this was has me pretty happy. I’ve incorporated several things into Virgil’s world I didn’t expect, including laying out a back story for character later on that will be a lot of fun.
Right here is a lesson in do as I say not as I do. I could write. I should write. As it is, I’ve been out here for an hour and a half trying to figure out where to take things. Just putting these sentences together feels like…my Lord, I can’t even think of anything. I am staring at the computer trying to decide what I’m even talking about.
Bad, bad, bad.
So instead of trying to force this, I’m going to bed. I will try to get up early so I can write before the kid gets up, then try and do some stuff while he’s taking his nap. I’m not happy with my progress this weekend, but right now it’s the best I can offer.
Night all.
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