I’m approaching the end of my fifth year in California. It’s a few months off, but I imagine I’ll write about that more soon. It comes close to coinciding with an arbitrarily momentous birthday.
I’ve been working on fiction writing again, a little, and playing around with Yet Another Strange Writing Tool: this one is Scrivener, which is sort of a mix of editor, outliner, and database. I’m going to try and draft a complete new story in it; I’ll report back on how it goes. (It’s really intended for doing drafts, and exporting those drafts to a word processor for final assembly.)
It’s about time to get to the office, so I’ll wrap this up, even though it’s a bit short. I’m going to be trying yet again to start getting up earlier to see if I can set aside a full hour every morning for writing; as anyone who’s read my journal for a while knows, my track record on this is pretty dismal. But hey, maybe twelfth time’s the charm. (I know my point of failure is not getting to bed at an early enough time to pull this off; I just don’t do well with less than seven hours of sleep.)