A wee brief update, for anyone playing along at home!
If you glance over at the sidebar, you’ll see that “Running” clocked in at about 7,000 words. A thousand more than I’d initially planned, but I think they’re pretty decent words all the same. Now comes the shopping it around part, which induces nail-biting and hair pulling. I’m not happy with the title, but brain-wracking hasn’t supplied me with anything better so far, sadly. Thus, it goes out with its working-title, and we’ll see what happens.
You’ll also notice that the status bar on Night Owls hasn’t really moved. I’m trying something a wee bit different this go-round: the loosest of outlines. Nothing terribly set in stone, just a sort of “this happens, then this happens, then this happens.” We’ll see where it takes me, if anywhere.
Because, well, I have a little something else nibbling away in the back of my head, and I’m getting ready to poke it with a stick. There’s what I might call a recurring character in some of my dabbles — none of which have really seen the light of day — and I think I might have figured out who she is and what she’s up to. But this one’s going to take a wee bit of research before I get writing. And when I figure out whether it’s a novel or a short story, I’ll give it a status bar.
I’ve been working at making Ye Olde Writing Space a little more mine. Which is sort of silly — my computer’s been in the same room for probably two years now. But it was originally Greg’s office, so there’s still some of his stuff on the walls (not that I mind the swords, exactly. If the zombie apocalypse comes, I’m well-armed) and there was this big curio cabinet thing looming over me. The reason for that is simple: we don’t have anywhere else to put this stuff right now, so it made more sense just to leave it where it was.
Last weekend, in celebration of Massachusetts’ tax-free holiday, we went out and Bought Stuff. I got a laser printer, since my Little Deskjet That Could was only printing about 230 pages per ink cartridge. When “Running” is 32 pages long, that’s 14% of my ink right there. If I wanted to print out, say, Nin, I’d need two or three cartridges. So! New printer! And a new ladder-style bookshelf thing!
Which of course made the room look too crowded. So I measured. And plotted.
And wandered out to where poor Greg was trying to play some Starcraft II and said, “So if the cabinet technically fits in the other room…”
Bless his heart, he helped me move it. Now, my printer table/filing cabinet is on the wall where the curio cabinet once was, and as soon as I hang a picture or something to cover the empty wall space, it’ll look pretty keen. The walls themselves are a neutral beige color. The new debate is whether I leave ’em the hell alone and just redecorate with new accessories — hang up some of the stuff that’s been gathering dust, get new curtains, maybe paint the trim on the doors and windows — or whether or not I find a new color of paint to smear on the walls.
I know, it probably sounds a bit like cat vacuuming: if I’m fixing up my space, I’m not writing. To a point, it absolutely is. But it’s also a bit of mental gynmastics. If the room makes me happy, writing in it will, too.