--famous that is.
It actually feels like I've been away for months/can't believe it's only been a week and a half. Write Track now has me at 606 words/day. Still doable, seems crazy that I'm not in worse shape.
My sister is giving up TV for Lent. Yesterday was her first day and she was really anxious and it was hard. Today, she said she feels at peace and she's making better decisions. She's not in a rush to be where she can have time to herself to watch tv.
Anyway, I'm giving up TV for Lent too. I missed the first day. (I was watching the last 2 episodes of Revenge and it was unthinkable that I shut it off with half an episode to go. But today, I think I'm capable of doing it. Especially, I feel inspired by her results. Also, I'm giving up book reading too. I don't want to fill my time with anything so I can be bored enough to write again.
I have an hour for lunch at work now and I really thought I would use the time to write and then have evenings to myself. But instead I play solitaire on my laptop and eat cookie and pretzels. Bad habit. Bad habit.
I'm not sure I will get any more productive at work though. I've been stressing too much. But maybe I can at least be productive at night again.
On the plus side, I used the gym at work on Mon, Tues and Weds. And I will be going in early tomorrow. (I just have to make sure to go to bed tonight at 6pm).
I guess I should talk about my story since that's what I'm here for.
It's stuck. In that sort of my world is self-destructing and I have no way out unless I tear up the whole thing and start again. I can't believe it. How did it happen? I blame a large part on the damn sub-plot I keep trying to force into the story. I just got to get rid of it. It's forcing me to shoehorn in all this lame stuff because I really want it in the story. I just need to skip all that crap all together. Later if it needs it I can add something logical back in. Or maybe I can use that plot device in the next story. It would actually make much more sense in book 2. And I will just figure out what to do with the scenes that are now messed up later, after the book is finished. Maybe I can just reduce it to hints and later people can be impressed by all my foreshadowing, completely unaware that it's because I wanted it earlier and wasn't smart enough to know how to do it.
This morning, this song was playing through my head "Thanks for the memories. Even though they weren't so good. They taste like you but sweeter." You know, I never really heard the lyrics before. I never would have thought to flip it around and make the memories actually taste sweeter rather than seem sweeter. Anyway it all fits in with being not smart. I am not smart. I am not a good writer. I am blah. Captainette Gabby Blah, that's Captain Blah to you.
