The Shadow over Portsmouth: unchanged
Player Choice: 126,718
Yes, I am writing on Christmas Eve. This is somewhat excused by the fact that yesterday was what really felt like the Eve, spending it at my mom’s with Jane and then opening presents this morning, because my mom would be working on Christmas proper. Still, I shouldn’t linger here too longer in my own brain/on the page. I just didn’t get any writing done yesterday, while preparing for the holiday, and I didn’t want to log two dud days in a row. Wanted to get on here to put in at least 1,000 words for Player Choice (while not bothering to poke at the drying husk of Shadow over Portsmouth, whose life force has been stolen, most cruelly, by the final crescendos of the other book).
The Shadow over Portsmouth: 62,963
Player Choice: 121,742
Not a huge haul today, but certainly decent, and includes a little chunk of Shadow over Portsmouth.
The Shadow over Portsmouth: 62,209
Player Choice: 116,957
These stories of mine inevitably turn out to be grim, don’t they? Even the ones that are initially conceived as lighthearted. I ought to challenge myself someday specifically to write something comedic that will, under no circumstances, turn out to have a dark and foreboding heart. Right now, though, we’re stuck with a grim horror story and a grim near-future sci-fi story. I guess I can’t apologize, because I believe that they will turn out to be good… but then again, I suppose I am a person that (enjoys?) the darker things in life.
Today we were shopping and I found myself getting angry at the mechanisms of the holiday, the forced commerce and the fact that we all have to guess at the proclivities of each other, because we’re judged by how we gift. And it’s like, lighten up, man, it’s fucking Christmas. Jane said at one point that I was bringing her down with my grimaces, and I was. There are multiple selves that I identify with, but sometimes the despairing one elbows its way to the forefront and just sucks the air out of the place.
The Shadow over Portsmouth: Unchanged
Player Choice: 114,444
Booyah, Player Choice. Take that, 3K.
I wanted to get some Shadow over Portsmouth done when I came back from Toastmasters, but man, my eyes hurt… they need a break. I just need to remember that the man with the public-access TV show is named Theodore Laplante. Or maybe LaPlante.
The Shadow over Portsmouth: 61,041
Player Choice: 111,447
Now Shadow over Portsmouth is the problem child. They couldn’t both be cooperative– that would be too easy. So today started with a healthy dose of Player Choice, to get in the progress while it was hot. It did turn out to be.
Shadow over Portsmouth ended up loosening a bit once I realized where I want most of my various characters to be in town when something rather big happens. Not a huge chunk tonight because life got in the way, but I can see it spooling out fruitfully tomorrow.