Cav's Place

The fine for taking part in the November 7 protest arrived on Tuesday, so you can say I’m quite officially a protester now. Of course, this means I’ll be contesting it, which anyone who knows anything about me should realize will be quite a problem every step of the way, but accepting it would imply accepting that what we were doing there was illegal, which it wasn’t. As such, after getting all the information and making sure I know what I need to know about the steps to take and the situations I may find myself in as a result of doing so, I’ll have things to do either at some point next week or at the start of the week after that, seeing as the 15-day deadline is obviously calculated from the moment I received the notification.

Still on the topic of protests, it does seem that something cracked in my chest last Sunday. It’s clearly not a matter of something actually being broken, but there may be a tiny crack somewhere, because I imagine six days should have been enough for the pain to go away otherwise! Granted, I just about couldn’t move in certain ways during the first couple of days, which is no longer the case now, but it definitely still hurts when I do move in those ways and, strangely enough, I now frequently feel some dull pain that seems to radiate over a somewhat larger area even when I don’t move, which wasn’t exactly the case before. Whether this is part of the healing process or a sign that something’s getting worse, I don’t know, but at the moment I’m just taking it as another part of the process of earning my stripes as a protester and trying to wait it out. If it’ll get noticeably worse or if I’ll get through this first part of the process of contesting that fine and it still won’t get better, I’ll see about doing something more about it then.

Otherwise, the writing in my story is truly going absolutely dreadfully. Quality is obviously a long lost cause, as I keep saying, but there’s no quantity lately either. I went from the regular target of at least 300 words per day to aiming for around 150 on average, so not even a minimum, but now I barely managed to somehow throw together a few lines that barely have 100 words put together over the last two days! And seeing as I can’t just look for some filler to add anymore, because I’m in the middle of one of the two key scenes that are the very reason this entire part exists, I have no idea what I’ll do next. My mind isn’t offering anything whatsoever, so I guess I’ll have to just somehow squeeze another sentence or two out today and tomorrow, just to be able to say I’m still adding something to it each day, and then probably simply sit down at the start of next week, before getting to work on the next post about the protests, and find a way to complete that scene in one sitting, or at least plan it all the way to the end in one sitting and actually write it the next day. How will I manage that, I have absolutely no clue.