My day thus far.

Yesterday I cleaned out my coffee machine, and even after cycling water through it four times, my coffee tasted like vinegar.  Today it's maybe a tiny bit sour, but I'm using enough vanilla creamer that I can't be sure, so that's all right.  It does mean I overdid it a little today -- 2 very full double-sized cups in as many hours, and I'm still pondering the virtues of a third.

Dreamed I was a bank robber last night.  I was doublecrossing partners, potentially arranging murders, and as icing on the cake, I think my dream-character was cheating on his dream-wife.

I never used to have dreams in which I was the villain.  In the past few months, I have had several (at least  two; and I know one of them is recorded in my dream diary posts).  I wonder what it all means, psychologically speaking?  I mean, I'm sure as Hell not cheating on my wife, and  except my (hardly new) procrastination-guilt, I think my conscience is pretty clear.  So why do I keep having dreams in which I'm someone so unscrupulous I wake up feeling like my brain needs a shower?

1567 words written.  If the second half of today goes like the first, I am probably less than halfway done. 

75% done with the LARP's rough draft, which means I am maybe 50% done with the LARP as a whole.  Seeing as this usually happens about 3 days before LARP time, and I have 3 weeks remaining, that's great news. 

Maybe the amount of coffee I'm drinking isn't so excessive, after all.

I have walked a mile and a half through town...

... and run ALL THE ERRANDS.

I love days like this.  They're exhilarating.  The only problem is the mounting frustration, because I know in all likelihood I won't be able to focus like this more than two or three days a month, and there's no way I can do everything I need to before it goes away again.

Also, it's so weird to be walking around town in the middle of a damn snowstorm, roasting in my inadequate coat.  What the Hell, weather?

LARP-writing.

Man.  Twice today while writing characters for the LARP I have wound up with someone far different than I expected on the page.  One of them is a double agent who is probably simply too convoluted, and I'll have to trim their story down so a stranger can pick up the character sheet, look it over for five minutes, and feel good about having a solid grasp of them.

The other is a eunuch.  I hadn't realized until I wrote it up just how heavy and serious a person they would be -- I mean, I wasn't playing their situation up for laughs, but I was basically thinking "here's an intriguing concept" without having done the research or pondered the ramifications.  Now I don't know if I can ask anyone to play the part.  It's not so much that I'd hesitate to ask a dude to play a eunuch (though I'm not sure how many players would jump at the chance, or even not feel offended or uncomfortable if it was handed out to them); but this dude is understandably Serious.  I don't know anyone who would enjoy the experience of spending four to six hours in this guy's head.

On the other hand, he's a cool dude, a total badass, and he has Opinions About Things.  From an authorial standpoint, he's amazing and I love him.

I'm conflicted.

Fantastic!

Wordcount for the day:  2,979.
Total wordcount so far this year:  28,231.

Current quota: 28,050.

For the first time since, y'know, the first week or so of January, I'm ahead of schedule again.  And feeling pretty fabulously accomplished, too.  Can I just keep this state of mind for the next week or so, please?  Imagine what I could accomplish.

And now, spaghetti times.