This is one of those moments where something strange happened, and I do something that is going to aggravate what’s happened, and I know it will, but I keep on going because–I don’t know, Space? Not just space, but Spaaaaaaccccce!
Anyway, my eyes are swollen. I mean, like they are red and there is stuff oozing from the corners. It really looks nasty, and it feels even nastier. Not to mention it can make seeing very difficult at times. Like now. I can see the screen okay, but it’s sort of irritating. Not to mention that I don’t know why this is happening. It started at work, and it’s driving me a little nuts.
But, hey, when you can’t see very well, what do you do? Write!
It was a good writing session as well. For the first time in a while, I managed over a thousand words on a weeknight. That hasn’t been happening a lot of late, mostly because I have been so damn tired at night, once I hit my five hundred word limit, I just want to shut down. It’s one of the reasons Diners at the Memory’s End has taken so long to created.
But last night I was nearing the end of Part Twelve, and I grew closer, I didn’t want to stop. I knew the end was near, and when I was at seven hundred word, I want to keep going. Same at eight hundred and nine hundred. When I reached the end of the chapter, where the secrets of Meredith’s culture are to be exposed, the final count was very close to eleven hundred words, and I felt like, for the first time in a long time, I’d done something worthwhile.
It was a good session, because the setup had been Albert confessing his part in what Meredith and he had done while away at Telescope Camp. So the return was Cytheria getting ready to rip him a new one . . .
She is an understanding person, though. Not to mention there is no way she and Albert can split, because . . . hey, if you know anything about these characters, you’ll know why. (Maybe you need to read up on my characters a bit, huh?) Anyway, she loved the honesty, and since she knew Albert wasn’t trying to bullshit her on any parts of his story–this is where reading auras comes in handy, which Cytheria can do–she was ready to forgive him. With a warning, of course, one that I think I have to go back in an modify, since I don’t think it was really the warning I wanted to give.
The reason being, my eyes hurt, I was tired, and it was getting close to the time when I usually hop into bed. So I headed for the end, finished, and that was that.
Time for Part Thirteen, and the lowdown on Meredith . . . which is likely to get dicey, because this is a bit of history I need to work up. It might be a bit slow getting the words out at the beginning, but I’ll get them out.
Six chapters left, maybe fifteen thousand words.
Can’t stop now, not even for swollen eyes.