weather and writing
Jul. 24th, 2011 01:19 pmStill couldn't turn on my computer last night. The outside temperature was approaching something reasonable, but I couldn't get my apartment cooled off and the humidity had gone up to icky levels besides. :-(
Oh well, every day since Thursday has been a little less awful than the one before, and the forecast tells me that on Tuesday we may even be down to a high of only 80F. Very exciting. Perhaps tonight I will actually be able to get work done at home!
Anyway, I am in Olin Library right now, and though I don't have access to my world-building files (all trapped on my poor heat-exhausted computer), I remember enough of the things I've sketched that I am starting to write my NFE fic anyway. 250 words so far... which is, obviously, not very much, but at least it is something. After being unable to write for a few days, I needed that more badly than I'd realized.
I like writing. It makes me happy in a very particular way -- the deep inner glow of creating something real -- that only physically building something by hand can hope to approach. It's the ability to step back and say, "There. I made that. Where there was nothing, I brought something into being."
What could possibly be better than that?
Oh well, every day since Thursday has been a little less awful than the one before, and the forecast tells me that on Tuesday we may even be down to a high of only 80F. Very exciting. Perhaps tonight I will actually be able to get work done at home!
Anyway, I am in Olin Library right now, and though I don't have access to my world-building files (all trapped on my poor heat-exhausted computer), I remember enough of the things I've sketched that I am starting to write my NFE fic anyway. 250 words so far... which is, obviously, not very much, but at least it is something. After being unable to write for a few days, I needed that more badly than I'd realized.
I like writing. It makes me happy in a very particular way -- the deep inner glow of creating something real -- that only physically building something by hand can hope to approach. It's the ability to step back and say, "There. I made that. Where there was nothing, I brought something into being."
What could possibly be better than that?