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annathepiperQuiet day today, thankfully; I needed one of those. Started it off with something I was long overdue for: a workout. I keep forgetting that the basic physical activity of a workout is a really good way to try to get stress out of my muscles. I need to remind myself of this more often.
The rest of the morning consisted of random household chore-type activities: laundry, kitty litter, that kind of thing. I went to deposit my paycheck and found it surprisingly warm and gorgeous outside, a good indicator that spring is not far off. I still find this kind of weather in February startling, even after having been in Seattle since 1991.
Bills were paid this afternoon, with some relief for slowly beginning to climb out of the hole dug by last year's huge stint of unemployment in the first half of the year and broken arm in the latter. Changing health insurance providers should help in that area, too. I just hope that when this contract runs out this summer, I won't have another big stint of unemployment after; I'd like to enjoy having a few extra dollars again for a while longer.
And, I wrote. 859 words, which means that between last night's work and tonight's, I made up for not writing on Friday. If I have a few more days like this, I should make up for not writing this past Thursday, too. I did come up with a point of research that I'm going to have to deal with for the second draft, though--and that'll be the kinds of grounds it's reasonable to expect to have around the immediate vicinity of a huge mansion-type house owned by someone extremely wealthy, in a setting akin to the late 1700's. Questions like these I find coming up in my brain when I ask myself stuff like "Okay, so it's the middle of an extremely dark, cold, rainy, and generally icky night, and somebody's just tried to kill the Duke and every guardsman in the place has been ordered out to find the assassin who just somehow managed to survive a fall after being shot. Is the ground going to hold tracks, and if so, how well are a bunch of guardsmen carrying torches who might not necessarily be trained in the fine art of tracking since they're mostly there to beat up intruders who break into the house going to be able to FIND said tracks?"
Written tonight: 859
Chapter 2 total: 3,483
Story total: 14,063
The rest of the morning consisted of random household chore-type activities: laundry, kitty litter, that kind of thing. I went to deposit my paycheck and found it surprisingly warm and gorgeous outside, a good indicator that spring is not far off. I still find this kind of weather in February startling, even after having been in Seattle since 1991.
Bills were paid this afternoon, with some relief for slowly beginning to climb out of the hole dug by last year's huge stint of unemployment in the first half of the year and broken arm in the latter. Changing health insurance providers should help in that area, too. I just hope that when this contract runs out this summer, I won't have another big stint of unemployment after; I'd like to enjoy having a few extra dollars again for a while longer.
And, I wrote. 859 words, which means that between last night's work and tonight's, I made up for not writing on Friday. If I have a few more days like this, I should make up for not writing this past Thursday, too. I did come up with a point of research that I'm going to have to deal with for the second draft, though--and that'll be the kinds of grounds it's reasonable to expect to have around the immediate vicinity of a huge mansion-type house owned by someone extremely wealthy, in a setting akin to the late 1700's. Questions like these I find coming up in my brain when I ask myself stuff like "Okay, so it's the middle of an extremely dark, cold, rainy, and generally icky night, and somebody's just tried to kill the Duke and every guardsman in the place has been ordered out to find the assassin who just somehow managed to survive a fall after being shot. Is the ground going to hold tracks, and if so, how well are a bunch of guardsmen carrying torches who might not necessarily be trained in the fine art of tracking since they're mostly there to beat up intruders who break into the house going to be able to FIND said tracks?"
Written tonight: 859
Chapter 2 total: 3,483
Story total: 14,063