In the Magic Thermos (TM) today: just regular old coffee, piping hot and delicious!
Yesterday I had a great run - I did really well endurance wise and managed a sprint at the end, so I'm pretty happy about it. I almost achieved a pull-up on Tuesday before training. I'm hoping that means an actual one is not far behind, so I'm happy about that. I've also managed to start lifting heavier weights (in most things, there are still some things that I can't do with anything more than baby weights). Physically, I've never been stronger or fitter.
I'm writing regularly, and I'm writing a story I love with characters I adore. And I'm doing well with this story. I am as of writing this post just shy of forty thousand words, which is awesome because that means I am roughly a week's worth of writing away from the halfway mark. This is exciting and I couldn't be happier about it. The problem, of course, is figuring out what to do with it once it's completed. I know what to do with my science fiction and fantasy manuscripts. I have a list of agents that accept those.
I don't have a clue what to do about historical fiction, though. There is going to be some serious research happening when this novel is finished.
Next on the writing scene is the heavy edit of the You're Very Own Adventure into a more coherent story. That needs to get done pretty fast, as I have a book cover all liked up and I would like to pay the artist for it sooner rather than later (though I need to know the size of the book first, hence the editing and formatting that needs to happen). And then... I think I'm going to work on releasing The Great Man. I need to get that story out into the world. It is high time, I think.
Speaking of The Great Man, it reminds me that this story is one of the worst writing experiences I've ever had. This is not in terms of struggling to get the words out, it's actually all in how horribly it affected me on an emotional level - the nightmares, the tears (over fictional characters), the sleeplessness and all the mood swings that went into this series... the shite I dragged my flatmate through...
Yesterday on Facebook, a friend pointed me towards this video:
In short, I no longer feel like a freak for going through all the rubbish I went through. It's actually kind of a relief, though it does make me hesitant to tackle the story again.
Anyway, this has been a long rambly sort of post. All I really wantted to say was that I'm in a great mood, and I'm hoping it stays around longer than these good moods usually do for me. On that note, I'm off to destroy my good mood with some Welsh lessons...