And I don't know if I'm burnt out, or coming down with something, or if it's the inversion getting to me.
But damn, I'm tired. My head feels heavy, and so do my eyes, and I don't particularly want to move. I have three outlines:
Hubby thinks I should do the cemetery story, because he thinks it will be short. The problem with that is that it's the least detailed of the outlines and I'll have a lot of blank-filling and hair-tearing. I'd just as soon do a longer one that will get me to the end of the project, but looking at how much time is left, I may have to do two more anyway.
And that means I need to decide if I'm going to stop at the word count goal, or keep going to the end of the month. At this point, it's a tossup.
But damn, I'm tired. My head feels heavy, and so do my eyes, and I don't particularly want to move. I have three outlines:
- My spaceship crew has to install a new AI, mandated by the Feds. Meanwhile, their new job is to transport a meerkat colony (illegally) to a new planet. Wacky fun.
- A combat vet with PTSD buys a house next to a cemetery with the premise that "at least the neighbors are quiet." Turns out, not so much. This might turn more toward horror.
- A reverse heist in which an intrepid crew has to leave a talking cat in a dragon cave.
Hubby thinks I should do the cemetery story, because he thinks it will be short. The problem with that is that it's the least detailed of the outlines and I'll have a lot of blank-filling and hair-tearing. I'd just as soon do a longer one that will get me to the end of the project, but looking at how much time is left, I may have to do two more anyway.
And that means I need to decide if I'm going to stop at the word count goal, or keep going to the end of the month. At this point, it's a tossup.