I just got into the new rhythm and it's almost over. Will be over today, actually.
And then I can fluff up the old rhythm because I'm that big of a doofus. You just watch.
I have been having a lot of fun with my WIPs. Both professional and non. Extracting the evil potential out of the professional one and extracting the humour potential out of the non-professional one.
Either way, I'm cackling all day long, today.
Oh, I wish I could share.
I'm shooting to get Babes in the Woods finished before I'm done posting Random Encounters, but if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen.
I need to have more fun with my writing. Not push myself so hard on the stuff that's supposed to be entertainment. And I should be having fun with all my writing. It's just that... some days are a slog.
And on those days, it's totes okay to retreat into the pillow fort or whatever with bad food and worse television. Or just nap. Take a comfort day, whatever.
For example: yesterday, I was more or less uninspired to add much to Babes in the Woods so I just laid around farted off the day. Unproductively. And yet, so enjoyably. As a result, I woke up at like three in the morning with THE BEST ideas and got in like a chapter or three. It was amazing.
The hard part was stifling my giggles.
I am refreshed and ready to commit chaos.