And that's enough complaining.
Just one more, my aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmsssssss!
Okay, now I'm done.
Last night was the second of the Witcher 3 live streams. I fought a gryphon, and only died once. I died lots during the rest of the game, but just once to the gryphon. I'm proud of myself. I fully expected to die much, much more than I did. Go me.
I didn't do any writing yesterday, alas. I was genuinely too brain dead from my new schedule to do any of it. I have things to write, but just didn't. I'm not proud of myself. I do intend to do a bunch of writing today. I'm aiming for my usual 2 000, but will be glad if I can get more. So far, this second attempt at a rewrite of Outcast is going better by far than the previous attempt, and I'm liking it much, much better. It is much slower than the first book, and I'm wondering if I'm losing readers at this point because of it, or if these new people and situations are as interesting to them as they are to me.
That's always the struggle, isn't it? I never know if what I find fiercely fascinating will be the same for others. Probably not, since I have very specific fascinations. Oh well. All I can do is keep writing and hope that someone loves what I write enough to give it a home. Le sigh.
On that note, I should go and start writing.