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Time for some ice cream.
I've just hit 20,000 words on my current fic in progress. I might be halfway done with the first draft - I'll know where I am when I get to the end. Right now I'm at the part where I know the ending's out there, just not close, so I need to keep getting words out and into the story so I can get there without worrying too much about the quality. That can come later. I can work with bad writing, but I can't work with nothing. Such is the shitty first draft. I was talking to someone about it a while ago, and when she asked if I liked it I told her no, I didn't, because I'm not done with it yet. When it's fully edited and ready to be shared, then I'll like it. But not until then. And to get there, I'll keep adding words, because I won't get there if I don't.
Also done today was finally buying some French pear cider I've been wanting to buy for a while. The store was in my old neighborhood, pretty much just behind the Y, and thank goodness it was raining because my raincoat's hood cuts off nearly all peripheral vision. I just walked off the bus and down the street and into the store, and then went right back to the bus stop without thinking about where I was. There's some nice stuff in the neighborhood, and places I'd like to visit again, but not thinking about it when I do get there is the only way I can get anything done around there. Just too many bad feelings associated with that whole area. Its presence looms.
In other news, my parents got back from Antarctica and my older brother's coming in for about a week. I'd better bake some more bread.
Also done today was finally buying some French pear cider I've been wanting to buy for a while. The store was in my old neighborhood, pretty much just behind the Y, and thank goodness it was raining because my raincoat's hood cuts off nearly all peripheral vision. I just walked off the bus and down the street and into the store, and then went right back to the bus stop without thinking about where I was. There's some nice stuff in the neighborhood, and places I'd like to visit again, but not thinking about it when I do get there is the only way I can get anything done around there. Just too many bad feelings associated with that whole area. Its presence looms.
In other news, my parents got back from Antarctica and my older brother's coming in for about a week. I'd better bake some more bread.