One Down, Too Many To Go

Yes. I finished a story.

The rough draft of a short with the working title Angel/Demon (It sucks. When it comes to sucky titles, I'm in the world class league) came in at around 4000 words, complete. Now I need to revise it and send it in to the December quarter of WotF.

In the meantime I'm working on a short with the working title "Fluffy's Tail". it's supposed to be a fairy table suitable for reading out loud to a child, but it seems to have mutated into a kind of weird adventure which isn't quite childrens, isn't quite YA, and certainly isn't adult. Go me... Not quite 3k words there so far.

On the health front, the new antidepressant seems to be doing good things for me mood and incentive wise. I can't think of any other reason I'd spend yesterday cleaning the entire apartment. Unfortunately, two weeks into it and I still can't sleep without sleeping pills. I'm going to try a half-dose of the sleeping pill tonight and if that works, go with it through the week, and talk to the psych about it when I see him Friday. I'll be talking about it regardless of what happens, but I really do not like being unable to sleep without 'help'. I have enough problems with sleep as it is.

The plus, such as it is, is I'm getting truly bizarre dreams, at least some of which are capable of morphing into story ideas. I now have an outline for a novel (potentially a series) based off one of these dreams.

And I still do avoidance. I'll sit here and do damn near anything but write, all bloody day.

Kate