always too far from home

Vacation was brilliant just hanging around the house and chilling. But way too short. Didnè(1) write as much as I wanted to. Didnèt do as much of anything as I wanted to really, because it was stupid hot all week. The current iteration of hot flashes are _awful_ much worse than the last couple of rounds. Like standing in front of a blast furnace once an hour. This summer is going to _suck_.

I discovered I donèt drink nearly as much when Ièm not at work. Something about getting enough sleep and not hating my life reduced the urge to kill a bottle of wine as soon as I get home. Whodathunk.

Having said that, I am settling into a couple of hours of itès-not-NaDruWriNi-but-Ièm-going-to-pretend-for-a-couple-of-hours-just-because-I-can. Ièm already a couple of glasses in.

Now to convince Axel to get naked and bring me gin.

(1)I occasionally hit the French keyboard hotkey and I have no freaking idea how to turn it off. Various pages on the Interwebs say alt-shift (doesnèt work) or cntl-shift (doesnèt work) or change it to US English in the control panel (already selected). So I have given up and Ièm just going to have to deal with the typos.

Not NaDruWrinI update

About 500 words so far. Got my gin, but no naked man. Will have to suffice.

Almost didnèt get any tonic either. I think Axel is trying to get me drunk. (I may regret this tomorrow.)

So I did do a _little_ writing while on vacation, but none of it was on my main project. Instead I got sidetracked into putting 5000 words into a short story because that was what was floating my museès boat at the time. I finished it but now I hate it. Or more accurately, I donèt like it because it doesnèt measure up to the version in my head. I figure Ièll get back to it later and do some polishing.

(BC has a great quote somewhere about creative standards and not being able to measure up in our own work and I just wasted 10 minutes looking for it but I canèt find it. Maybe Ièll remember to ask her to repost when she gets back from WisCon)

ANYWAY.

My writing appears to follow the _bright shiny object_ system, where I am always inspired, but never by the same thing consistently for more than about three weeks in a row. This is going to seriously impact the time it takes me to get anything finished. On the plus side, it does seem to fend of writerès block. The trick, of course, is to write often enough that I eventually circle around to the original project. Historically this has been the source of my failure.

How does one go about writing a screenplayÉ Because boy howdie, do I have an idea for _that_.