Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

Greater good cheer -- even related to Copper Mountain!

I'm still working out some back stuff, and the side effects have been unpleasant. Last night, for example, the entire top of my head felt warm and tingly, and not in a good way. Like in a somebody putting current through the top of my head sort of way. I did not sleep well due to back and neck pain. As I say, working on it. Not my favorite thing. Could be better. But probably will be better, so.

Finished "Carter Hall Judges the Lines" last night, or at least a draft of it. It's a novelette. Sigh. We'll see what another draft of it looks like, but not now, probably not soon.

I'm a little freaked out by how much better-behaved Copper Mountain is than Sampo was, and each day I come closer to advising parents with badly-behaved children to change their names. More seriously I'm pretty sure that's not what's caused the shift. I think it's three things: 1) I've been working on it long enough. I probably started writing those two books (Thermionic Night and Copper Mountain, the latter formerly known as Sampo, the both together formerly formerly known as the Not The Moose Book) long before I was ready to do so, and it has not, I suspect, saved me any time. 2) I got some mildly good news yesterday and am feeling more cheerful on this subject in general. I don't want to say too much about this, but suffice it to say that I am not the sort of writer who does well in a vacuum, despite my writing-related anti-sociability*, and I am also not the sort of person who draws great inspiration from glum periods. But also 3) I have given myself some psychological room. I am allowed to work on other books, or on short stories, or whatever. It's not this or nothing. It's this for a few new chapters and then letting it rest and breathe a bit while I finish a short story or write a chapter of a new novel. Today, for example, I will put one more tweak to Copper Mountain and then close the file and work on something else. And it will be good.

But I will also have lunch with an old friend and run to the bank and the office supply store and the pharmacy and generally get things done, and I will take frequent and bendy breaks for the sake of the back, to avoid the sensation of being electrocuted, because that was not so much fun.

*Why am I not in any formal writing-related communities online? Because I don't want to hate people. Not out of jealousy. Out of feeling like they/you were reading over my damn shoulder. Cannot stand that. I don't think it makes me morally superior or inferior to any of you people who are doing thingies in time frames. It's just a thing.
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