First, Ivan Sergei's new show, Hawaii started, as research last night showed, two weeks ago. I hate it that new shows don't actually debut during premiere week any more, okay? Now I've missed two episodes. Oh, well. It's not like the reviews have been good. Although someone in the comments section said it was worth watching for the Pretty, I don't have any expectations of finding Quality Entertainment when I turn it on next week.

What else....

Well, I could complain about my brain. I came in to work early today so I could get some writing done before the office opened. I can't figure out when I became a morning writer. I've never been a morning anything, except coffee-drinker, but by the end of the day these days, my brain seems to be too tired to deal with writing. On the other hand, at 7:00 or 7:30 in the morning, I usually manage to churn out a lot of words. I find this peculiar.

I could complain about my own writing. In a fit of curiosity, I stopped last night and read the first dozen or so pages of my previous OaT story. I can't believe how bad it is. Now I'm torn between reading more of the stuff I wrote before, so I can clean the garbage off the page, and the fear that if I actually look, I might discover that it's all total crap.

I could complain about this story. 800 words so far today. They're not as bad as the stuff the story opened with, but this story is still far from acceptable. Also, I suspect by that the 24th page, more should actually be happening in the story, you know? So far most of what I've done is set-up. I was re-reading a bit out of a writing book on "pacing" last night and it says the action should build through the story but it also says not to be boring in the beginning.

Much later....

Ahhh...the joys of PMS. I guess that explains this week's fit of depression over the general craptitude of Everything That Is Me.