On Writing Science Fiction: The Editors Strike Back | 
I had a spectacularly productive writing day, AND I got to revise the obligatory scene in a bookstore. I‘m happy.
(If you CAN include a scene in a bookstore, you SHOULD include a scene in a bookstore. It‘s in the official writerly rules.)
Apparently I‘m way too anxious to do the word processor thing right now. I busted out my Captain America notebook, my fancy tea glass, and my unfancy pen, and they helped me get about 1000 words drafted this evening.
Got myself a writing buddy.
I‘m worried about this little squirt. They and their siblings don‘t seem to have a strong self-preservation instinct and I fear it‘s only a matter of time until Casey achieves his ultimate goal. He and Charlie DID catch one of the baby rabbits last week and all they did was sniff it until they were pulled away, but I dunno what he‘ll be like without Charlie as a moderating influence.
And now, some outdoor writing. I‘ve switched back to longhand to draft a maybe-self-indulgent shopping scene that‘ll still be better than what I originally used to open this chapter.
I‘ll probably eat some Buffalo Ranch Pringles while I‘m at it. The chicken I bought for my supper was less than awesome and I need a culinary pick-me-up.
This year I want to draft mostly by hand. My prose comes out messier than I'd like, but the ideas also flow more freely when I can't immediately edit what I've produced.
Plus I get to use my awesome pen and the tiny Moleskines I thrifted a couple months back.
