Existence Success
Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 30th of Colddark, 716 —
So, when I said I wanted to get Episode Nineteen written this weekend, I didn’t expect this.
Thursday at Gender Rebels was fun. Lots of good Who and cosplay talk, with just a little bit of Moffat-hate thrown in to annoy me. No one there knew next to anything about Classic Who, which would make me feel old if I were the type to grouch about such things. Which I’m basically not. The desserts were not the best Roxy and I have ever had there, but whatevs.
Friday evening I drove a moving truck for a friend. I honestly hate that, which tells you how much I like the friend. Besides, I couldn’t help with moving boxen, because of the hip replacement. This was the best I could offer for help, so I gave it. Still moved some lightweight stuff, and managed to wear myself out nicely.
Saturday (today), Roxy generously handled some more moving work for our friend because I’d had about enough. I was feeling sick and mentally exhausted – I’ve had to take my brain meds twice today. I did a few home chores and tried to relax a bit, but I didn’t really relax properly until almost nine tonight, when I forced myself to open a Word document for Managlitch Nineteen, “Existence Failure”.
Then, the magic happened. After a minor struggle to start, the word floodgates opened and I wrote thirteen pages in three hours. I don’t know how that compares to the Secret Masters of Science Fiction, but that’s a lot for me. And I was thrilled every second: I was “on”. Sure, it will still need editing, and the recording will be a bear because we’ll need three separate sessions; I don’t care. The Muse was on me tonight and that’s a high I often crave and rarely attain.
So now, all I have to do is come down enough to get some sleep, because it’s back to external responsibilities tomorrow. And Monday, I want to start a new project in addition to the podcast. Void knows how I’ll manage that. Gonna try anyway.
Thank you Muse. Hope the end result is worthy.
