Posted by Dirck on 14 October, 2014
Away yesterday for harvest festival gorging. Today’s residual tryptophan processing (yes, yes, it’s all a myth; we’re still dozy, regardless) made for little evident progress, but more than the reporting of it suggests.
WHAT: Third draft of “Join the Chorus”, which amounted to very little beyond typo wrangling. This was followed by updating my progress notes, backing up of files (oh, the redundancies!) and pondering which of the ideas in the hopper is on deck for first draft treatment. All of which is to say the evident immobility and indolence that people see in writers and shout “Get to work!” over, despite the frantic internal stoking of creative fires.
Honest. Sitting still is still working madly.
HOW MUCH: Externally, five typed words, replacing three. A vulcanologist will tell you about surface appearance versus actual activity.
HOW LONG: About 30 min. There being insufficient time to get stuck into the next project, I will admit some actual indolence (lolcatz, is there anything you can’t degrammaticize?).