The vomit — and the victory!

No, not my vomit of TYG’s. But Tuesday, Trixie puked up while still on the bed. She had another puke later and since then she’s been fine. However Plushie, who’s more prone to puking, did so Wednesday and Thursday morning. And every time, TYG had to wash the sheets while I took care of the dogs. Given I’m already dealing with Wisp and Snowdrop in the pre-work morning, this makes for a chaotic period. As I count on a reasonably calm period to get myself in a head space for writing that was disruptive.

Despite which, the week’s writing went well (hence the “victory”). I’m now 14,000 words into a new draft of Impossible Takes a Little Longer. I couldn’t focus enough to do much on Oh the Places You’ll Go! but I reread my earlier drafts and figured out what was missing from the current one. Earlier I’d focused on the family connection between my four protagonists but I lost that in adding more plot and incident. I sat down Thursday and replotted the story and I think I’ve melded the two approaches successfully.

I put a great deal of time into working on Undead Sexist Cliches as the proofing and spellchecking requires relatively little creative work. It’s easy to do even when frazzled. I also worked on some queries for articles related to Alien Visitors in the hopes I can both promote the book and make some extra money off my research.

Snowdrop is coming in every morning. As you can see, he’ll even sit on the couch. However it’s freezing cold and he won’t stay inside if I close the porch door. This limits how much I can keep him in. He’s made the transition to eating inside much faster than Wisp did but he’s a lot more wary about people. Even without the dogs, he’d make it hard to focus on things like yoga, stretching, exercise, etc. Wisp has her own spot, a pillow on the back of the couch where I work. She likes it even though, as you can see, it’s not always a firm foundation for her. It’s much easier to deal with the dogs at the same time if she naps up there rather than in my lap.

Oh, and I gave blood this morning! It took much longer than I expected — the tech was new — but I got it done. So despite the vomit, I think the week is a win.

#SFWApro.

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  1. Pingback: And now those empty hours return to mock me | Fraser Sherman's Blog

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