Not that there was anything wrong with today. I just couldn’t really get any writing done. I’m still having trouble finding a way to write comfortably. It’s partially the same problem I had over the summer, but it’s mostly a new one in that my recliner’s seat decided it didn’t like holding me up anymore and has sunk down, so now it’s really uncomfortable. Which is a problem, since it’s almost the only chair in my house. And also where I sleep. (Which is probably why it’s giving up the ghost already…)
My back’s also acting up, and my arm problems are back in spades (even inside out, the seam in this particular shirt is so painfully rough I think I’m going to have to change again as soon as I finish this post) and my new bra isn’t holding me up as well as I’d like.
So, basically, the problem is that I can’t write because I need to lose about 150 pounds. Which is a lot easier said than done, and I’d go crazy if I stopped trying to write until I succeeded in losing all that weight. (Unless I did something insane like having liposuction. Though I’m not even sure people still do that.)
Anyway, I did get at least some writing accomplished today. I finished the scene I was working on yesterday (eventually changed that “I” at the end to an “If” which made it work much better for the scene and the character who was speaking), and the one after that. In fact, I’m on the last scene of the piece. But it’s always hard to write that last scene for me. My endings are usually either abrupt “hey, it’s over!” or a strangely abbreviated summary of things that a more skillful writer would be able to draw out longer and narrate properly instead of “the rest of the world read the article and realized he was a criminal jerk and kicked him out of office” or whatever. That tends to be the result…though in this case, since it’s set in an election year, he’ll probably just lose the election. And then get arrested. Though I’m not entirely sure what the charge would be. Is censorship a crime, as such? I guess in the situation, it’d be an abuse of power, but I don’t know what the criminal charges there are, specifically. He can’t get charged with abduction since he wouldn’t have played a direct part, and it was being done by an entirely-overreaching-its-power branch of the government. The very fact that I can’t even figure out precisely which of his acts were illegal and which were merely excessively immoral probably has a lot to do with why I have to end the story in such an abbreviated fashion, of course… (Thankfully(?) no one particularly reads them, so it doesn’t really matter.)
Today’s word count: 1,775, giving a total of 19,930.