Wednesday, 15 October 2003
I got some good writing done on my zeppelin story over the weekend, and have about 1300 words. The pace of the story, though, is not what I think the editor will want--it's slow, more of a novel's pace than a short story's. I initially decided to just let the first draft develop however it would--if it was too slow, I could tighten it up later. But since deciding that, I haven't gotten any more writing done, so maybe that was the wrong decision.
I'll think and experiment a bit and see what I come up with.
I probably won't do much writing for the next week, though, as I'm about to leave for Frankfurt. I'm just about all set.
I went for a run in the cold this morning.
All through the spring and summer, I was able to just schedule around bad weather. Now, though, we're getting to the time of year when, if you let cold keep you from exercising, you won't get much exercise.
So today I was undaunted. I wore scrubs pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt and mittens and did my usual 2.5 miles around the lake, despite early morning temperatures of about 40°F. It was a pretty good run, actually.
I was pleased with myself for actually getting out there, and told my mom. She was unimpressed. That's okay. She's always ready to be impressed with my little triumphs, as long, I guess, as they're a little bigger than this.