Foggy Thoughts

San Diego is good for my head.

My sinuses typically clear up remarkably once I spend a night down here - despite sharing a room with three birds and the dog. The weeklong headache has lifted. Not sure if that's the sinus or just the vague, ever-present stress of work.

Right now I have a golden retriever staring at me from across the room, and my mother is typing on the computer. I had to vacate the desk for her; I've been doing my overtime from a rocking chair. This ceased being comfortable after a couple of hours. Am taking a break at the moment, checking my local Internet haunts and munching on various snacks.

I've tried building a playlist for the NaNo story, but am basically stalled out with Sonata Arctica and the I Am Legend score. They're both well and good, but I need a little more variety - otherwise the brain goes "Wait, I heard this forty minutes ago..." Trying to dig up some suitable grim-sounding, apocalyptic-ish tunes from the depths of the hard drive. This may require going to the desktop and its 60+ gigs of music.

It's still depressingly plotless.

The story. Not the desktop.

I'm worried that I've spent so much time proofing words that I've forgotten how to string them together myself. I mean, obviously I'm writing now, but there's a big difference between a blog entry and a story. That's something I've got to figure out quickly, because I'm not going to make it writing 50,000 words that I absolutely hate.

The fog is in tonight. I'm glad my parents moved to a place where there's fog; I grew up with it in the Bay Area. When they moved to Sacramento there was no fog (just insane heat and cold)...and I don't get any fog in my inland home. The best we ever get in Orange is mist.

But San Diego has fog, man. Real, honest-to-goodness fog. A total bitch to drive in, but it blankets everything - brings a mystical quality to life. I go outside and feel like I'm in some kind of freakish medieval zone.

Back to work. Needs must and all.