Owie

Neck, upper back, arms are sore. Thus are the wages of not working out for weeks. Owie.

A thought on writing

Spent most of this evening redrafting a story I wrote earlier this summer. Am saving the rewrite of the ending for tomorrow because I'm heartily sick of looking at it tonight and feeling as though it's been done to death by others. But the experience put me in mind of a quote appended at the end of an e-mail I recently received from brainstormfront:

"You must learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work."
—William Gibson

Yeah, I guess so.

And yeah, this is what I've been pining over for the last month. Why do you ask? ::wry grin::