It was one of those days where the body said, “Get up, you have things to do,” the mind says, “The hell with that. I am in no mood for anything.”
That was today.
There was nothing in me today, at least from 6 AM until about 2 PM. Body was functioning, but the brain had walled up the joint, and wasn’t coming out of the bunker. It wasn’t a lack of caffeine, I can tell you that: two large cups of coffee were had this morning, and there was plenty of iced tea at lunch.
I should say there was something going on; a story in my mind. This newest idea I’ve spoken of, that was there, floating about slowly like a Mars rover taking its time getting to the destination. There’s a reason they do that: delta v requirements. Or, to put it in terms a layperson would understand, there is a certain amount of velocity change needed to go from one orbit to another, and you have to burn reaction mass to make that change. If you have a lot of reaction mass, or a totally kick-ass rocket engine, then you get a huge change, and you can zip to your destination in no time, taking what is known as a brachistochrome trajectories. If you don’t have a kick-ass rocket engine, or gigantic quantities of fuel, or both, then you creep out to where your destination is going to be in many, many month, using what is known as a modified Hohmann trajectory.
We are in later category, so we creep along in modified Hohmanns, and get help, now and then, from gravity assists.
I was very much in Hohmann trajectory today. Creep, creep, creep . . . only I had no destination.
Around 2 PM, though, it was like a slap up side the head hit. There was a very obvious “Eureka!” moment, and I started coding–and thinking. Coding and story thinking. I was off, doing two things, and that lasted until it was time to go–and beyond. I get home, I slap dinner in the oven, hit the shower, and I’m still thinking about where to take this story. When I come out of the shower, just in time to grab dinner and start this post, I know the start, the middle, and the end of my story.
Somewhere along the line I got me a kick-ass rocket engine.
Now, perhaps my friend Allison is right: the reason I perked up is because I knew work was almost over, and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. There’s probably more than a modicum of truth to that statement, though I’m not saying if she’s one hundred percent right. I’ll just say–maybe. Possibly. Likely.
I’m in my jammies, thinking of going home tomorrow. I’m hoping that most of the people who are going somewhere for the weekend are taking tomorrow off, and will be on the road tonight. I am, however, anticipating that traffic will be hell tomorrow, so I’ll relax, take a deep breath, and go with the flow.
I have some writing tonight, and some this weekend. I’m going to get my notes in order this weekend, ’cause I need to have these thoughts laid out so I don’t forget.
Then come Saturday–Daleks!
Hey, do I know how to party, or what?