Day 316: moving forward

Day 316:

I’m still digging toward the sheep. That’s progress moving forward.

I’ve given myself a bit of a challenge though because apparently I was digging below this area before, and so I’m trying to build in space that’s been structurally compromised.

By “structurally compromised” I mean “one wrong move and I fall down a hole”.

Being the klutz I am, I’ve already fallen a couple of times, but nothing too serious. Still, that headache I got from the explosions the other day hasn’t quite faded, so I’m taking it slow and trying hard to pay attention to what I’m doing.

So yeah, by the time I get back to my cave, I’m exhausted. I figure I have about five minutes when I’m done writing this sentence until I fall asleep.

Day 315: a bay of one’s own

Day 315:

I have a room that’s half stone ceiling and half glass ceiling.

Half the walls are stone and half the walls are glass.

I can look right out into the bay and see the fish swimming up to the glass.

They are confused. I am delighted.

I finished the room around mid afternoon and then just sat on the floor and watched the fish until it was too dark out to see them in the water and all I could see was my own reflection in the glass.

(I look pretty bad, by the way. Skinny, bruised, and my hair needs some serious help. I might have to reinvent scissors.)

The fish are beautiful. The bay is beautiful. This room is a delight.

I might need to build myself a chair or a bench or something just so I can sit here and relax.

Day 314: boom repair

Day 314:

Still fighting a really bad headache, which really does make me think I’m still recovering from a concussion from that incident a few weeks ago or whenever it was. I’m too tired to go look it up.

Anyway, I repaired all the things the giraffe-corgi blew up yesterday and put in some sturdier walls downstairs so the jerks can’t get in to where I’m working to begin with. Tomorrow it’s back to making the chamber bigger.

How is it the 26th already?

For those keeping track at home, I am totally not going to win NaNoWriMo this year.  There are a lot of reasons, from a trip to Las Vegas for work (it was no fun, I assure you, I’d’ve rather been writing) to a trip to North Carolina (ok that was for pinball and it was fun even if I sucked), to a hospital stay for my husband and a month that just seemed to get away from me.

But I do have the bones of a short story from it, even if it’s not what I expected to be writing, so there’s that.

Writing is important to me but it’s also something I have to work on to do… I imagine a lot of people are like that. Ironically for as much as I hate airports I write really really well on airplanes (because really, what else is there to do?) so if this story hasn’t come to fruition by February I’m flying then…

There is no hobby that doesn’t seem like work sometimes, but the rest of my hobbies don’t wake me up at night going “quick, write this down!”

Day 313: boom

Day 313:

Work on the glass bay room has been temporarily delayed because an exploding giraffe-corgi decided to do the whole “exploding” thing in the space I was working in, and, well, doesn’t matter how thick I make the glass when one of those things goes off.

Getting some sleep tonight and hoping my head stops throbbing and then I’ll go patch things up tomorrow.