Feeling better, but you know what doesn’t help? Working on weekends.
I’m currently at the place of my employ (one of other buildings on the campus of Major U, at least, not technically my office) supervising some media interviews with a campus guest.
[This line here represents the 10-minute search for something to cover up a troubling white electrical unit on the wall.]
Where was I? Oh, right. Complaining that I had to get up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday to come to work. I brought my computer in case all I had to do was sit here. So far, I’m mostly sitting here. And hopping up to find chairs that do not roll, which I was called on to do earlier.
[TD, this is why I didn’t have you take over for me, but thanks for the offer.]
The good news about this situation is that this building is the model for a university building in the new book I’m writing. I don’t know this building very well, but now I can take an after-hours tour (of the public areas, of course, since I’m not going to unlock doors I’m not supposed to).
Is it an after-hours tour if it’s 7:30 a.m.? Before-hours, maybe?
I broke 100 pages on this project, so I think it’s going to stick. I think. Hard to tell. I have to figure some stuff out about the pacing of information, since I have two narrators. Most of my Gotham class seemed to like the first 5000ish words.
This Project, though, is still the title of this book until I figure out a working title. I think it makes my book sad and lonely not to have a name. Born several months ago and still no name? This Project is going to think I don’t love it.
I don’t think there’s enough caffeine in this day yet.