Hope and Fear and Figuring Out a Story
Yesterday, I wrote 979 words on Pixie Dust, with Whisky Chaser. Finished up right about the point where my beloved fell asleep after suffering an epic bout of insomnia, so I wrote up today’s edition of Notes from the Brain Jar, watched Dream Dangerously, the documentary about Neil Gaiman’s last signing tour, and thought very hard about processes and writer goals for an hour or two so I didn’t disturb her. Notes were made. Pens and notebooks were deployed. It was, for perhaps the first time, I worked until the battery on the Macbook Air ran out. I’ve never outworked the MacBook before, outside of the occasional day where I’ve forgotten to charge it overnight. It’s battery power has been remarkable, compared to other laptops I’ve owned and battered into submission. Today feels remarkably accomplished, even thought not all that battery power was expended on the act of writing. It’s interesting to work on this particular story, because I’m finally doing something with
