It's been awhile since I've written this flat out, but i have the ending in my teeth now, i can taste it. It feels good.
I didn't really get started for awhile, had to sleep in after work, then wake up and dick around because i was going to yoga, then no i wasn't, because my shoulder was tweaked, and then i texted back and forth with my masseur friend, telling her, "this is my typing shoulder. pretty please." and i have an appointment with her tomorrow, and then there was watching the Larry Sanders show with my husband and ordering pizza because i'm basically dressed like a manic hobo right now, but i didn't want to take anything off or put anything else on to go outdoors.
Manic hobo outfit = totemic writing armor. It is this (and you will see why i couldn't leave the house): comfy Hello Kitty "I love nerds" pajama bottoms, wherein Kitty has on thick glasses, like my husband and many friends. A long sleeved Mickey Mouse shirt, because Disneyland and I are tight, and it's my shirt for getting tattoos in because it's loose and been stretched out. My knee-high solar system socks, because they are awesome, they stand for science, my original love of science fiction, and frontiers and space. My normal necklace of meaningful charms -- locks and keys -- but in addition to that, the colorful Día de los Muertos necklace I bought myself when i found out Nightshifted had sold.
Then, i got over all the reasons why i couldn't write, and why it scared me (it doesn't always, but it's Zeno's paradox, the closer you get the more it counts, which is exponentially more frightening than not being close at all) and wrote my butt off. I knew i'd get to this stage eventually -- I wasn't going one day off without writing, for sure -- but I am glad it all worked out really really well.
(It didn't stop my brain from looking for ways to make me feel bad, but that'll be the topic of later, longer, post.)
After 3 pieces of pizza, and sitting around in my slouchy outfit, especially without going to yoga, and then a piece of cake, I was beginning to feel like a slob. When i realized i'd hit 3k today though, and i got hungry around 3 AM? I ate another red velvet cake slice -- feeling deliciously entitled to it.
Bedtime now. Tomorrow's tomorrow.