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Aug. 25th, 2009 03:27 amThere's a gusty wind blowing down Woden Valley. The trouble with a gusty wind blowing down Woden Valley is that I'm in a runnel down the centre of the valley and it acts like a tunnel for the weather to blow through. I get a lot of sound and fury.
It's not a little wind, either. We've got a severe weather warning out for it. Blizzards on the peaks, but here in the depths of Woden Valley it was warm till a half hour ago.
In a half hour's time everything will stop and go cool and then I shall sleep. I'm full of theories about sleep, because the practice is just not happening. I've read half of Sean Stewart's Mockingbird to fill in a section of the long night and now I'm going to write until things calm down. Last night I did lots of rummaging in online archives, but tonight I'm waiting for stuff from my editor (which she can't send because she - sensible lady - is sleeping) and can't focus on much. I shall force focus and calm right down and get novel written, to boot.
It's an ill wind...
It's not a little wind, either. We've got a severe weather warning out for it. Blizzards on the peaks, but here in the depths of Woden Valley it was warm till a half hour ago.
In a half hour's time everything will stop and go cool and then I shall sleep. I'm full of theories about sleep, because the practice is just not happening. I've read half of Sean Stewart's Mockingbird to fill in a section of the long night and now I'm going to write until things calm down. Last night I did lots of rummaging in online archives, but tonight I'm waiting for stuff from my editor (which she can't send because she - sensible lady - is sleeping) and can't focus on much. I shall force focus and calm right down and get novel written, to boot.
It's an ill wind...