monday.

Morning. Early morning. I don't even have tea yet. (Something I will remedy in a moment).



I got up early (4 am-ish) because I couldn't sleep anymore and decided I was going to try and wrangle my scene, maybe even get it finished, because moving on to the next steps in this fic would be sooooo lovely. I had an outline for how I wanted this scene to be structured and I just couldn't seem to get it right. Well, this morning, I wrote what I thought would be a decent ending to it - realized it didn't fit my layout and unapologetically just binned the layout.

I know this sounds like common writer's process, but to me that's huge! I can get so rigid in my idea of something that even when I find another way that works better, I get stuck in that old idea and want it exactly like that. Yes, even when it doesn't work. I think it's an old coping mechanism from school, so they're huge as fuck forces I'm up against - but I did it and I'm insanely proud of myself. This scene still needs some additonal editing, because there is something about the pacing of it I'm not sure I'm crazy about, but it's a bridge leading onwards and I can move on to the next parts without missing that link in between. And editing it might even be easier when I know what it leads onto.



I have plans today! I'll be visiting my friend, S., who lives forty minutes away by bus with her little dog, Luna, and a lovely backyard where she grows vegetables and flowers and it's always a treat, going to see her. She'll be returning to uni in a week's time (she studies English) and after that, she'll be out of commission socially for a month or so while she adjusts to the workload, so it's also last call before those wheels start turning. I look so much forward to hearing about what she's been up to - and to tell her about my fic. She always has such a sharp gaze on characters and plot! One day, she'll be one hell of an editor, I just know it.



And K. has piano lessons later today, so all in all, I'll be on my own most evening. Hopefully, that means I can get started on the next scene of this second chapter. Plot-wise, I think the second chapter might be the weakest of them, as I've plotted them out so far, but we'll see. It's a very quiet-ish fic, one of those "nothing much happens, but everything happens in the little things" kinda deals.



If you know me, that's pretty much how I roll. If you don't know me, you should know that's pretty much how I roll.

monday.

I am home. I am sitting down. I am drinking tea.

I am so tired.



As much as I love S. - and I do, she's found family to me in the most valuable way imaginable - the bus drive from my place to hers is a killer and when I get home from our visits, no matter what we've been doing, I am completely and utterly wiped.

Today we ended the visit with a 45 minute walk of her dog, in 25 degrees Celcius weather. Which is, I must add, a lot by Danish standards, especially in September.

I got home and just collapsed.



K. is having piano lessons tonight, so I'll be home alone between 7 pm and 9 pm which should probably be a good time to get some writing done. I finished my scene, so I think I will spend tonight finding out the approach I'm going to use for the next one and maybe, maybe get started on it, though I can already tell, actual writing words might not happen tonight.



Because. Tired.