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Oct. 29th, 2009 10:32 pmToday:
Had a basically relaxing day at work
Ate dinner at home for the fourth day this week (go team us!)
Started and read nearly 100 pages of a new book ((Finished Prospero Lost yesterday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devilwrites -- too tired to form coherent thoughts now, but I liked it, and will be reading the sequel...if I can muster up enough fuel, I'll write up a review of some sort...but suffice to say that I agreed a lot with the things that you had to say))
Baked pumpkin chocolate chip cookies
Had a nice bath
Cleaned up in the bedroom just a little bit
__________
So, so tired. So, so tired of not sleeping. I'm OK falling asleep, but I wake up three or four times every night. I don't know if I'm waking myself up or if I'm waking up due to the man and/or dog that happen to share the bed with me. Either way, I am deeply unthrilled.
There's a lot that I want to say. There's a great deal on my mind, but I don't even know where to begin to start to sort things out. I'm trying to ease back into the text-shaped world. I've been reading a lot. I've been writing in my realtime journal. I'm trying to find my way back to the fiction-shaped world as well. I'm thinking that NaNoWriMo might be a good exercise, no matter what happens to come out. It might be a good way to restart my writerbrain (it's been dormant for several months, if not longer than that). It feels good to exercise it, trust me, but I'll be going from a light walk every few weeks to a hardcore daily technocardio session.I'm not sure if I can do it
THAT.
THAT RIGHT THERE. I'm tired of that defeatist attitude, and I want to remove it from my brain. I'll never accomplish anything at all if I don't even give myself the opportunity to try. And if I have myself failing before I even get started, then I'm doomed.
All I can do is try. If I make it through, and get even remotely close to completing the challenge, I'll get J to hook up our printer and print out the fruits of my labor so that I can look at it and say LOOK IT'S A THING AND I DID IT, ZOMG.
That's enough. Can barely keep eyes open.
Had a basically relaxing day at work
Ate dinner at home for the fourth day this week (go team us!)
Started and read nearly 100 pages of a new book ((Finished Prospero Lost yesterday,
devilwrites -- too tired to form coherent thoughts now, but I liked it, and will be reading the sequel...if I can muster up enough fuel, I'll write up a review of some sort...but suffice to say that I agreed a lot with the things that you had to say))Baked pumpkin chocolate chip cookies
Had a nice bath
Cleaned up in the bedroom just a little bit
__________
So, so tired. So, so tired of not sleeping. I'm OK falling asleep, but I wake up three or four times every night. I don't know if I'm waking myself up or if I'm waking up due to the man and/or dog that happen to share the bed with me. Either way, I am deeply unthrilled.
There's a lot that I want to say. There's a great deal on my mind, but I don't even know where to begin to start to sort things out. I'm trying to ease back into the text-shaped world. I've been reading a lot. I've been writing in my realtime journal. I'm trying to find my way back to the fiction-shaped world as well. I'm thinking that NaNoWriMo might be a good exercise, no matter what happens to come out. It might be a good way to restart my writerbrain (it's been dormant for several months, if not longer than that). It feels good to exercise it, trust me, but I'll be going from a light walk every few weeks to a hardcore daily technocardio session.
THAT.
THAT RIGHT THERE. I'm tired of that defeatist attitude, and I want to remove it from my brain. I'll never accomplish anything at all if I don't even give myself the opportunity to try. And if I have myself failing before I even get started, then I'm doomed.
All I can do is try. If I make it through, and get even remotely close to completing the challenge, I'll get J to hook up our printer and print out the fruits of my labor so that I can look at it and say LOOK IT'S A THING AND I DID IT, ZOMG.
That's enough. Can barely keep eyes open.
