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cmk418I danced like crap tonight. It was embarrassing. My only salvation was that everybody else did the same (or else I just screwed everybody else up). I felt like I was on some kind of drugs that slowed my reaction time down to non-existent - and I wasn't feeling great, so all of the spinning around (and overspinning and respinning to correct my overspinning did not help.)
Working backwards, I got enough done in the office, but couldn't get a whole lot of momentum going because I had to deal with client questions every ten minutes or so. So that was frustrating. My boss was in, the wife wasn't. He was okay, but nearing overload by the time he left.
Now for the good stuff - thank you to everybody who fed the beastie with some comments on the 5 for 6 challenge response. Wow. I'm really happy with the feedback I've gotten so far. Maybe another few longish pieces and I will be starting to get a feel for this prose writing. (Right now, I seem to be in love with internal dialogue, so it's still not out of the realm of screenwriting yet.) I think, honestly, my next challenge to myself is to write some smut - long descriptive paragraphs with no dialogue (AIIGGH!). One of the reasons why I'm so comfortable writing for Murphy/McManus is that while I want them to get together in theory, I really don't want to have to think about them getting together in practice. So they're like my Harlequin romance couple, very sweet and if they ever kiss it's a big deal.
Tomorrow I go to the dentist. I'm really not looking forward to it. I'm going in for a cleaning - I hate those. There's no anesthesia involved for that procedure. If someone is sticking sharp objects around or near my gums, I don't want to feel anything. I have a weird psychosomatic thing that happens. Right before I go to the dentist, my teeth start to hurt in such a way that it makes me not want to go to the dentist. I haven't figured out how to use that as an excuse to get out of an appointment. Something tells me it won't work.
Working backwards, I got enough done in the office, but couldn't get a whole lot of momentum going because I had to deal with client questions every ten minutes or so. So that was frustrating. My boss was in, the wife wasn't. He was okay, but nearing overload by the time he left.
Now for the good stuff - thank you to everybody who fed the beastie with some comments on the 5 for 6 challenge response. Wow. I'm really happy with the feedback I've gotten so far. Maybe another few longish pieces and I will be starting to get a feel for this prose writing. (Right now, I seem to be in love with internal dialogue, so it's still not out of the realm of screenwriting yet.) I think, honestly, my next challenge to myself is to write some smut - long descriptive paragraphs with no dialogue (AIIGGH!). One of the reasons why I'm so comfortable writing for Murphy/McManus is that while I want them to get together in theory, I really don't want to have to think about them getting together in practice. So they're like my Harlequin romance couple, very sweet and if they ever kiss it's a big deal.
Tomorrow I go to the dentist. I'm really not looking forward to it. I'm going in for a cleaning - I hate those. There's no anesthesia involved for that procedure. If someone is sticking sharp objects around or near my gums, I don't want to feel anything. I have a weird psychosomatic thing that happens. Right before I go to the dentist, my teeth start to hurt in such a way that it makes me not want to go to the dentist. I haven't figured out how to use that as an excuse to get out of an appointment. Something tells me it won't work.
