The Doctor, Why Feeling Like a Fraud Means You’re Not, and Good Ideas at the GymPosted by dhoffman on February 23rd, 2010
First off, here’s a trailer for the new season of Doctor Who (with Matt Smith as the new Doctor):
And, if you’ll pardon me for a moment while I jump up and down in my seat and shriek like a little girl . . .
. . . okay, thanks.
Also, here’s a neat blog post, No One Knows What the F*** They’re Doing. I feel this summarizes, nicely, well, my approach to being a human being. If you wanted a summary (and it’s really worth a read, it’s this: acknowledging that there are things you’re good at, and things you’re not good at is the key to success (and not causing others to die and such).
But you really should read it.
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Last night was for writing but it was more for organization than actual writing. Oh, I wrote about a thousand words, and am rather pleased with the words I got, but the important stuff was before that.
I went to the gym, you see. Going to the gym has a couple nice benefits:
(1) I exercised, so I feel good, and healthy, and may not die soon.
(2) my mind wandered and did some thinking without consulting me and I had a couple magnificent ideas, including (but not limited to) the answer, I think, to a question about the final third of Animals.
So, that’s a very good thing, I’d say.
Animals seems broken up into thirds, and those thirds themselves broken up again into thirds. Sort of. I wrote out the story as a sort of outline last night — something I never could have done before writing it — and was pleased to see that things actually made sense to me. This may be one of those books where the second reading is vastly different from the first reading, once you know how everything fits together. It’s also fun in that there’s an entire other book that will only appear in brief bits on the pages which affects this book.
It’s complicated, but honest, it makes sense.
Tonight is gaming, but given how late I’ve been getting started, I’m hopeful I’ll get some more writing done. I know how to finish this chapter (Six) and how to start the next one (Seven). I think I can get about half-way through that before I need to start scratching my head again — but maybe not.
There may or may not be a Chapter Eight, but from there I should be in territory I can transport over almost whole-cloth from the First Draft. “Almost” being the most important word in that sentence.
Good stuff. Working is always better than not working.