Opened Blackheart Man file tonight. Couldn't face it. Instead wrote 500+ words of a story about chicken pieces. Oh yes, I did. Had fun, too.
Took a few minutes' break from work stuff just now to write a couple new pages in Blackheart Man. But now it's well after midnight, and a long day tomorrow. Me for bath and bed.
Long story, but suffice to say, @nalohopkinson on Twitter is no longer me. Under that name, you'll find some kind of spammy get-rich-quick scheme. I'm now using the Twitter handle @Nalo_Hopkinson, and you can find my Twitter posts here. Yes, I've probably done everything you could think of to suggest. I'm also in the process of appealing to Twitter. So far, they seem to be of the opinion that simply using the same name as another person isn't theft. However, my name is unique in the world, and as a sole proprietor and author, it is my brand. Someone else who uses it is, for all intents and purposes, claiming to be me. I will keep plugging at this. Wish me luck.
Today, what with the wrist brace, the arch supports, the bunion cushioning, and the usual foundation bra, I feel like nothing so much as a collection of mechanical supports cinctured around a fleshly integument.
Yet, perhaps counterintuitively, I feel like dancing. Have been working out choreography in my head to "Do It Like A Dude."
I could have scheduled this day better, is all I'm saying. But I'm having so much fun! Plus, walking back from the radio station, a plot insight I had last night about Blackheart Man opened up into a characterisation insight on my protagonist, and loose ideas for a bunch of new scenes to write.