Writing just isn’t happening lately, you may have noticed the lack of a word count. Well, I have one tonight–sort of.
2958. That’s how many words of a manuscript I typed into this computer, since I wasn’t writing. If I could find my document holder, it would probably be higher. Oh well. That’s one of my fantasy stories, the main character is an elf named Flame. When you know it’s a name she gave herself, and that my elves have a general dislike for fire…well, that tells you a bit. I love Flame. She’s a self-serving sarcastic bitch who’s damn good at what she does.
I’m at that point in unpacking where there’s not much left, and I don’t really know or care where what IS left packed goes. So I leave it and do other things. I wanna write!! But my guys seem to have gotten lost in the boxes somewhere. If it weren’t my busiest time of work-year anyway, I’d be flipping out at the lack, let me tell you. As it is, I just…type. Yeah. Been meaning to get the viable old stories in the computer for ages anyway, now is as good a time as any!
Oh, yeah–and I’m napping every night when I get home from work, just to be conscious the rest of the night. Can’t wait till things calm down a bit…