Enraged at my inability to make another WIP work yesterday afternoon, I grabbed whatever I could find - a hoe head and some unused pipe caps - and, this afternoon, after a morning of staring, gave him a body (mostly the non-reel bits of a reel mower, but there's some chainlink fence and garage spring in there) and a name, Sergio (chosen because that's the first name I imagined shouting if he fell). Still can't make the other piece work, but at least I have Sergio.
My window between "this story will be great, I'm so excited to get to work on it" to "what's the point?" has shrunk from about seven years to +/- seven minutes. Haven’t decided if this is progress or not.
Woke up, fell back asleep, woke up again; ate breakfast, stared at news in futility and annoyance; speaking of, couldn't run for the fourth day in a row because blood sugar was too low, did yoga, hit a bag full of sand or something for seven rounds instead; cleared snow from solar panels; stared at a page for new writing, got nowhere; cut off pieces of a vent with my new favorite tool for one of three current metalwork WIPs, happy about new metal remnants, not so much about added complication but it does look better; drew and pubbed new AA VOID, made an omelet, had lunch, typed these words. More day awaits.
