A two-day-post...
Aug. 19th, 2020 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheart... because I was too tired to post yesterday, save for the birthday greeting. In fact, I'm still exhausted like hell. I always am after a balcony incident. It's just so frustrating that we can't get the dratted thing fixed!!!
In any case, I took Mum out yesterday. We went to the supermarket and the bank (which are in the same shopping centre), and then had a coffee from the automated coffee machine there. She enjoyed her first outing in a month or more greatly, although her knee hurts a great deal more now. Yeah, we should get out more often before the second wave of the pandemic hits Hungary, but after her fall three weeks ago she was glad she could trot around the flat with a walking aid for a while.
The extreme heat and then the thunderstorm two nights ago drained my strength considerably. I did some prefunctionary cooking, but that was all until this morning. This morning, inspiration suddenly hit, and I finished the first chapter and started the second chapter of the sequel to A Matter of Time, which is a Star Trek Enterprise/Torchwood fusion. The sequel is titled "A Stitch in Time", and will eventually feature Zoe Heriot and the space station where she lives, them being also 22nd century characters, only from a different 'verse.
It is a bit inconvenient that I am unable to work on one story exclusively for very long. After a while I start approaching burnout, have to put the story aside and work on a different one. Of course, if I could write something short from time to time, not just 20+-chapter monstrosities, this problem wouldn't even exist, but we cannot order the muses to work in a way that would be convenient for us. Or, well, we could, but they'd just keep ignoring us and doing what they want. *sigh*
Still, I'm quite pleased with the amount and quality of stuff I wrote today. I just wish I weren't so utterly exhausted all the time. At my advanced age, sleeping a regular 7-71/2 hours a day ought to be enough, right?
On a more positive note, I had two very nice phone chats with two lovely (ex)colleagues, Evie and Elise, which always makes my day.
In any case, I took Mum out yesterday. We went to the supermarket and the bank (which are in the same shopping centre), and then had a coffee from the automated coffee machine there. She enjoyed her first outing in a month or more greatly, although her knee hurts a great deal more now. Yeah, we should get out more often before the second wave of the pandemic hits Hungary, but after her fall three weeks ago she was glad she could trot around the flat with a walking aid for a while.
The extreme heat and then the thunderstorm two nights ago drained my strength considerably. I did some prefunctionary cooking, but that was all until this morning. This morning, inspiration suddenly hit, and I finished the first chapter and started the second chapter of the sequel to A Matter of Time, which is a Star Trek Enterprise/Torchwood fusion. The sequel is titled "A Stitch in Time", and will eventually feature Zoe Heriot and the space station where she lives, them being also 22nd century characters, only from a different 'verse.
It is a bit inconvenient that I am unable to work on one story exclusively for very long. After a while I start approaching burnout, have to put the story aside and work on a different one. Of course, if I could write something short from time to time, not just 20+-chapter monstrosities, this problem wouldn't even exist, but we cannot order the muses to work in a way that would be convenient for us. Or, well, we could, but they'd just keep ignoring us and doing what they want. *sigh*
Still, I'm quite pleased with the amount and quality of stuff I wrote today. I just wish I weren't so utterly exhausted all the time. At my advanced age, sleeping a regular 7-71/2 hours a day ought to be enough, right?
On a more positive note, I had two very nice phone chats with two lovely (ex)colleagues, Evie and Elise, which always makes my day.
