raybear | This one'll never sell, Part Two

I know, I'm inundanting, but I actually didn't bring my paper journal because I usually do when I travel and don't write in it, and I do have my little notebook for ideas and scraps and fragments, but that's less personal journaling. Besides, I type faster. And the more I type, the faster I type. It's a great ride when I can board it. Don't worry, I probably won't be near a computer for the next 36 hours so you'll get a break.

I finished my chapter, I wrote the entire thing today, and there's more details to add when I revise late, but I pulled a lot from a memory I forgot I had, about riding a greyhound bus in the woods of new england, and my wrists are sore, because I'm typing like crazy on a laptop, and I realized while sitting on MelRo's bed, on the sunshine yellow sheets I used to sleep on, that I was having a flashback to NaNoWriMo when I would come home from work and use her laptop to type frantically on my book, and then I checked my school e-mail and a couple friends are plotting their own NaNoWriMo from May 15th to June 15th, to get a head start on our last semester, and I'm thinking since I wrote 2,000 words today, that I'll start today, and try to write 1500 words a day, at least until May 20, hopefully beyond, keeping up with them after that . It didn't even occur to me until just now that, wait, I was JUST thinking about NaNoWriMo 'out of the blue' and then there it was and sometimes I'm so psychic I don't even notice anymore.

I like being in this time zone, because I have two more hours. My laptop clock says 3 o'clock, which is about right for me, after having a productive morning and early afternoon, I get wiped by mid-afternoon, but here, it's about lunch time, so I will snack and shower and pack my overnight bag and grab my book and take a nice long walk before meeting up with

brothernumber3 in the Castro. I'm looking forward to my time with him and

kneidlach this evening, for lots of reasons. I'm also glad that I'm currently feeling high off of productivity and writing, so I can hopefully be more present and in a good mood. Because the writing I got done today passes the absolute minimum goal I set for myself for this weekend, and I even managed to enjoy myself part of the time while doing it, though being inside the head of a character coming off a speed trip and bolting from their life via bus isn't exactly the most relaxing piece of writing, but in some ways, putting all of the anxiety into words describing someone else's life makes my actual waking walking life a lot more chill. Maybe now I can write poems about bunnies and clouds.

Oh wait....