Been trying to write a post each day this month, but didn't manage one yesterday. That was not because I am sick at the moment, nor for having no intended post. Rather, I was wrestling with a disappearing bookmark problem that has only just been resolved. And now I am busying myself with organising those and clearing away nearly a decade of bookmark clutter and duplicates that have crept in.

I wanted to start some proper, on record outlining of some new hopefully-quick writing projects (but aren't most of mine intended to be that, really?) using Scriptito, which meant I 'had' to finish putting up my in-progress projects first to clear the way. And I could do that because a while ago I'd had some technical difficulties with the site, which is a sort of euphemism for an 8,000 word project got vanished, and that took I think a couple of weeks to fully resolve. Meanwhile I was given an upgraded account to play with, meaning a lot more space for separate writing projects.

Last night I read a blog comment in which someone claimed ey otherwise enjoys reading A Song of Ice and Fire, but are frequently thrown out of the story by too-modern word use on the part of the characters. Specific example used being the word 'fuck'.

I would be all on board with this except that:

(a) According to the sources I've checked, including the Online Etymology Dictionary, the word dates back to at least the 1500s and

(trying to sleep. maybe letting some words out will help. no longer the case, having fallen asleep then and finishing now days later.)

Worlds have to come from somewhere. Either you start with something from nothing - divinity or not is detail - or your world is eternal, infinitely old.

Found time and made self do a touch of writing, trying to sort out that kink in the Epic Fantasy that's been bugging for so many months. Might have even actually done it, which is a very pleasant shock. Going to try moving on to the next editing step and see if it all is working now.

Tempted to try and promise a deadline on that, but learning better now. Would really like to be done with this thing sooner rather than later, and that means putting some more work into it for a while. And then I get to write some new-fun stuff, right?

At Tess's encouraging, and since yWriter is much trickier to get working under Linux, I have recently attempted adoption of Scriptito as a writing platform. Especially having been told the interface is similar, and I've grown accustomed to that.

Trying to sit down and write in a noisy cafe. It's difficult, despite how hard Akisa is poking me in the back of the head since this morning. This was the second Akisa-related dream I had in the last week. At first, it was a wondering dream in which I was late for something. Eventually, however, I found a group of adults and children that found the story personally significant. It wasn't that I had written a good story, it was that many found Akisa has important to themselves as she is to me. I woke to her asking, over and over again, "Why haven't you told my story?

Today is the first day I've been back to work in more than two weeks. Usually I completely forget about using my days off, thinking I will need them for "emergency purposes" and thus, keeping them in reserve until the end of the year catches up to me. Ahhh, the vacation pattern of the workaholic... As I'm in my (retroactive) fifth year at my job, I have a total of four weeks of vacation coming to me this year. If I know what's good for me, I'll think about using it more often rather than letting it build up until the end of the year.

I nearly finished de-plotholing my 'novel' by the end of August, the latest self-imposed deadline. I thought I had, but then inspecting the rearranged scenes encountered a further tangle in the tricky chronological anomaly. Ended up an hour late in bed talking to Pazi about that problem, and maybe had an idea that would salvage it, so hopefully can attend to that today.

I was not going to make this post. I wanted to write something last Wednesday about a disappointing day, then added intention of covering the next day too, and the next, with various busyness meaning I did not feel able to write anything until just recently again. And by then I was not feeling in much of a mood to write anything, or seeing much point in talking about things that happened a week ago and were unimportant even then.