Nothing new

 
3:00PM Central Afghan Time

A couple of days ago I said I’d be starting on my next story soon. So far I haven’t. One thing and another, nothing major but enough to keep me off-balance. (Among other things, I’ve had to take delivery and/or arrange for shipment of 20,000 native language newspapers and 4,000 portable radios, some going as far as Pakistan.) I confess my failings and post progress reports here as a way of motivating myself to action.

Following up on writercon, I joined the LJ community dedicated to it, and Friended chrisjournal, the organizer/smiling face of the first such event. We hadn’t remained in contact, but she left a note here within 24 hours of my locating her online persona. Delightful lady.

She’s deeply into Veronica Mars these days (no, I haven’t watched my Season 1 DVDs yet; all in good time), and it occurs to me that a number of programs I’ve followed with interest since BtVS/Angel ceased original production — Wonderfalls, Lost, Tru Calling, Gilmore Girls, Point Pleasant, and of course Veronica Mars — seem to have something of a similar flavor to them, and definitely a similar dedication to quality. Gee, what could so many different shows possibly have in common? I’ll have to think on that for awhile.

LiveJournal apparently is run out of the West Coast, because I’ve noted that its default time is nearly twelve hours different from what the clocks show in my current position. Hence my recent habit of heading my posts with my time zone. What it mostly means is that I’m going to bed about the time people in the U.S. are just hitting their stride in the morning; and when I go in to check my account, any response postings are hours old and the respondents generally in bed themselves or headed that way. The time lag allows for deliberation, but makes immediacy all but impossible.

I haven’t heard anything back yet from sroni. Not reproaching her — her schedule is far more exacting than mine — but contact from her is always such a delight that I miss it in the times between.

Maybe I’ll get some story work done today. Maybe.

Jump-start

 
9:05PM Central Afghan Time

(I had to back-date this entry because LJ tried to say it was already the 26th.)

I said I might get some writing done today. I went up to my room after dinner, sat down, and turned out 1,200 words on “Glass Ceiling”. This is getting almost scary. For the longest time I had so much trouble producing copy in quantity, I reinforced my motivation by reminding myself that, if I wrote one page a day — assuming approximately 200 words to the page — that would equal one medium-sized novel per year. But lately it’s just coming more and more easily. Getting myself to start now takes longer than writing once I do start.

If you have to have problems, I suppose that’s the one to have. But it still feels weird.