6/13-6/14

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I’m about to go into high gear for the rest of this month, for writing and editing (the former and latter for my book in progress, and just the latter for Benjamin’s book).  It’s a welcome feeling.  A belonging feeling.  Alcohol, fine fried foods, fresh air, sunshine, video games, these are all fine things, but I am always bound to feel irritable when I’ve gone without the real business of writing for too long.  There’s an absence that only it can fill.  Friends, lover, family are all necessary parts of the whole as well, but purpose is what keeps the walking husk feeling away.

6/13 Deeds
Read 50 pages — 15 GP
Worked at paper — 30 GP
Ran an errand — +1 Dut, 20 GP
Met with colleague — +1 Gen, 20 GP
GP subtraction — -112 GP

6/14 Deeds
Did Benjamin chapter — +1 Fin, 40 GP
Cleaned and did errand — +1 Dut, 20 GP
Went for a run with Jane — +1 Sta, 20 GP
Recorded a brief video — +1 Pre, 15 GP
Wrote 1000 words — +1 Inv, 50 GP
Read 50 pages — 15 GP
GP subtraction — -160 GP

6/12

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“When the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around.”  That Police song comes into my mind often these days.  As my car slowly disintegrates, my various devices go on the fritz, and medical and dental appointments are put off for some hypothetical point in the future when I have a humane health insurance plan, it’s natural to view the world beneath my feet as fragmenting.  My skills, such as they are, are… let’s just say undervalued by the current market.  Having a published book and a thousand Twitter followers are nice baubles, ornamentations, but they do not do much to fasten that world, my world, together.  Like anyone else, I need money to survive, but the freelancing editing gigs are not quite adding up to survival level.  Hence, as insane as it sounds, my figuring that if I can just get this novel done, it will help to fix everything.  And, I don’t know, getting a video series off the ground too.  In the meantime, I’ll be seeing if I can dredge up some more freelance opportunities.

Today’s Deeds
Edited Benjamin chapter — +1 Fin, 40 GP
Found new freelancing opportunities — 30 GP
Wrote 1000 words — +1 Inv, 50 GP
Did freelance editing — +1 Fin, 60 GP
GP subtraction — -120 GP

6/11

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Making some real progress, finally– maybe it took a couple of days in the woods of Vermont to reset my brain.  We’re seeing movement ahead on the editing of both my chapters and Benjamin’s chapters.  I’m also writing scripts for what promises to be an entertaining detective/horror/humorous series set in Portsmouth.  Get ready, for the doom of the land is coming…

Today’s Deeds
Edited Benjamin chapter — +1 Fin, 50 GP
Read 50 pages — 15 GP
Did freelance editing — 30 GP
Did cleaning and organizing — +1 Dut, 20 GP
Ran an errand — +1 Dut, 20 GP
GP subtraction — -142 GP