Lilith Saintcrow

I’ve hung prisms in some of the windows (they were on sale at the craft store) and today is (so far) sunny. We’re going to have rainbows. I like the idea.

The second 20-minute run occurred today. I did not die, explode, collapse, or anything.

It was a wee bit anticlimactic.

But I still feel that glow of accomplishment, thinking that I can run for twenty whole minutes. (And a big thank you to everyone who commented encouragingly the other day!) I mean, sure I run slow. And I’m sure my face looks funny at times, because I’m thinking while I’m running, putting together plot arcs or just letting my brain take hurdles at its own pace. That sort of focused daydreaming is, I find, integral to keeping the creative engine running. I wonder, if they hooked me up to an electroencephalogram, which brain waves those would be. Probably alpha. Time does funny things while one is in that state.

I love dancing for that reason–it gets you into that timeless state. I suppose if I get my fitness level a little higher I might sign up for ballet again with the Princess. I think we’d both like that.

NaNo continues to go well. The book is taking shape, and I know there will be ugly stuff I have to trim or tweak later. But I think I’ve hit a rhythm.

Still, I’m tired today. There’s been a lot going on at Casa Saintcrow. The emergency footing is over, but I’m feeling the frustration of rebound and not being able to do more for someone in need. So maybe I’ll work on the gargoyle story instead.

But first, I’m going to just sit here for a minute and beam. Because I can run for twenty minutes.

It’s not a huge achievement, but it’s mine, and I’m gonna feel good about it.

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