I managed to strike a number of things off my list. I wrote the blog post for my site, a blog post for another site, signed up and created a team for the Ottawa Foam Fest for myself and my martial arts students, sent a bunch of emails that needed following up on, and wrote just a titch over three thousand words of Outcast. Then I went to martial arts training and kicked and punched things... and had my arse handed to me repeatedly in sparring.
Not to toot my own horn, but go me! It was insane yesterday.
I'm particularly pleased with my three thousand words. I was in the zone yesterday. The words just tumbled out. It feels so damned good to have that happen. I haven't had a writing session like that in such a long time,. I had forgotten how pleasurable a really good writing session can be. I would liken it to waltzing with someone who really knows how to waltz. That feeling of floating, of your feet not touching the ground, of effortless elegance. That's what it felt like writing yesterday.
Needless to say, I'm hoping for much the same today, though I'm not especially attached to the idea. I'll be thrilled if I manage a thousand words. I do want the zone back. I'm hoping I'll be able to slip into it again. It might not come to pass. I'll have to live with that. It is, after all, marathon, not a sprint.
Still, having the words flow like that is the closest thing to actual magic I will ever know.
Also today, I will be streaming Witcher 3, starting at my usual time of 7:00pm. I'm really enjoying this game for its story and characters, but I do have my issues with it.
Anyway, I have some stuff I need to get done before I settle in to start writing this afternoon.