Whew! Life is finally starting to calm down a little. In the last two weeks I have gone to an out-of-state convention (KillerCon-Awesome!), Bought a new house and moved in. This last one took a lot more out of me, in terms of time, focus and energy, than I’d been expecting. A little naive, I know, but there it is. Revisions on the book slowed, blog posts dropped to nothing, and I dyed my hands black in wood stain.
Now here we are, kind of on the other side, and getting back on track. Today we are getting a couch for the light room (living room), and we have two desks, a *very* full bookshelf, a TV set up on plastic boxes.
You know: Home.
Having these pieces in place go a long way toward creating a good mental space for me. And a good mental space means I can start setting up routines, which goes a long way toward productivity. I am a creature of habit. I am not ashamed.
One of my favorite habits is drinking yummy alcohol! This week’s delicacy of choice comes from the Dead Dog party at KillerCon. After a long weekend of drinking and meeting people and workshops and Vegas with a bevy of illustrious writers (including award-winning Folly Blaine), what does a weary writer need? Orange juice? Aspirin? A weekat the Mayo Clinic?
A writer needs more alcohol! With a kick. Enter: Vodka and Red Bull. Elegant in its simplicity, effective in its punch, it is the ultimate antidote to the sleepy, sober wordsmith.
The proportions are inconsequential; the important part is that you are drinking VODKA. And RED BULL. Everything else is just icing.
That is all.
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