Debating How We're Here, They're Catching Deer (We're Catching Viruses)

Aliiiiiveeee...it's ALIIIIIVEEEEEE!!!

Yes, that's right: I've managed to survive my latest sickness.  If only barely.

I swear, next year I'm going in for one of those nasal flu immunization things.  Sick twice in one season?  NOT FAIR!

Despite my most recent run-in with what I can only assume is the Black Death, I'm doing okay.  My cold has subsided into a mild cough that only troubles me when I laugh, which I'll take any day in place of the soul-crushing aching, migraines, coughing, stuffiness, sleepless nights, and general misery that plagued me over the past week.  Oh, I forgot one symptom: exhaustion.  Still haven't gotten rid of that one...if I didn't have so much to do I'd probably just pass out now.

...except then I'd miss Big Bang Theory.  That would be sadness.

So!  On to my writing.

It's going well, over all.  I'm ragged after the holiday season and all of my traveling, but I'm keeping up with my 500 words per day.  I gave myself both Christmas and New Year's Eve off, though I think I actually wrote enough to cover at least one of them.  Today I wrote 550 words, and am pretty pleased with what I've gotten.  After all, this is a sort of tricky part.  I feel like I say that all the time, now, but that's just because it's taking forever to get through one giant sticky part.  Anyway, I've got to somehow go from Mer being happy/grateful/relieved that Pilot is alive to confronting her about abandoning them in the first place.  Awkward.  I think I know how I'm gonna do it...but honestly, it's a little too 'Harry Potter circa book 5' for my liking.  Not big on angst.  Oh well.  Someone needs to tell Pilot off--she really has it coming--and that someone's got to be Mer.  It'll help Mer grow as a character, and also give Pilot the push she needs to complete her redemption. 

Blah, too convoluted!  Can't I just go back to writing sex scenes?

...Actually, please don't make me go back to that.  It was fun, but jesus was it difficult.  There's what I like to think of as the 'Sex-Scene Straddle.'  Basically, there's a fine, fine line (name that song!) between a love scene that's sappy/dull and one that's way over the top/fit for a porno.  If you can somehow straddle that line, dipping your toe into either camp without ever quite stepping in, then you might write a decent sex scene.  Yes, only decent.  I'm sure there's a way to write a good sex scene; but if there is, I haven't yet discovered it.

And so that's all for now, folks!  Time for me to toddle off into the shower.  Hopefully that'll only take an hour or so, after which I'll watch the Big Bang Theory, cook dinner, maybe make some guac, and then pass out.

Good night, sweet blog, parting is such sweet sorrow, that I may write good night 'till it be morrow.

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Oh, who am I kidding?  Good night!


Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Traditor
Word Count: 138,396
Writing Mode: Trudging along