Just went for an hour powerwalk around Victoria Park and instead of waking me up and helping me to work, I now want to crawl into bed with tea and a book. Even typing this is exhausting!
Funny, that it was my father
of all people who directed me to this
. Apparently all those years of complaining about my writing have finally sunk in. Strangely, he sent it to me via an article in The Star that talked about it (and got the details wrong, which...sort of surprising from The Star, but there you go). I have already discovered that most of the fanfiction on it is crossposted at FF.net (which has a much better reading format, not to mention larger fanfic community to read it), but it has many other writing options that FF.net does not
Lastly, I sat down last night and forced
myself (after five hours of staring at the blinking cursor) to write the climax of the Twilight sequel-sequel (double sequel, 2nd sequel?). I must now admit that I may have upped my admiration of Meyer for the climax in Breaking Dawn because damn
is writing about dozens of vampires standing around talking BORING AS HELL. I don't think I even mentioned five of them at all during the entire scene, so in my head I'll assume they were just standing their being supportive and shit. Wow, dread reading that over and discovering how bad it actually is. Still, on the positive, if I can fix it, it means I have only one chapter and an epilogue left! Only 3000 words or so! And then I can spend my considerable brain power on figuring out what the hell I'm going to write for story 4
. It has a title and no plot.
Lastly, I am on the road to figuring out my living situation come July and trying not to be all OCD about it, but that's hard. Planning sends me into spurts of anxiety, even when the plan is going well. Still, there might be more positives this week than last, so that's good.