Daily Handbasket: In Which My Life Becomes Like LADYHAWKE (except I don’t get to be a hawk)

 

The Wednesday post is late today because I finally had to give up working at 2:45 this morning. I fear Husband and I are going to become like Isabel and Navarre, in the fantasy film Ladyhawke, only able to glimpse each other at dawn. (If you haven’t seen it, it’s a fun film that hasn’t aged particularly well. The soundtrack is madness. But it’s still worth a look for the story.)

I really need to stop complaining about going to bed too late, and decide whether I’m going to commit to the complete night owl lifestyle, or wean myself off of it. It’s driving me a bit crazy, and I don’t feel very good, physically. On the other hand, I’m getting a lot done because there are no distractions besides the pistachios bag (a whole other issue).

In the mean time, I’m at the Kill Zone blog today, talking about letting go of unpublished stories and novels–something every writer wrestles with.

Be well, my dears.

 

May 30th Words
Journal:  0 words
Long fiction: 0 words*
Short fiction: 0 words
Non-fiction: 0 words
Blogging: 0 words
Exercise: Ugh. No. *yawns*

*critiqued a wonderful novel for a friend

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