Weekend News
I don't make meatballs. I make meat lumps or hunks. Whatever you want to call them, I love cooking (almost typed "cocking", now have the uncontrollable giggles). It's a same that the last few years has afforded me time to cook. Being the last one home in the evening, dinner duties are left to Hubby. He's a great cook and i love his food. And it's probably a good thing too because all I know how to cook tends to take too much prep time and cooking to to eat during the week. I learned from my mother who was either a homemaker or a third shift worker. She had time to prep and cook. Her food was always outstanding. My mom was the type of cook that could take a week's worth of left-overs and make a gourmet meal.
I slept twelve hours last night. If hubby hadn't woke me, I don't know how long I would've slept. This week at work was stressful - beyond stressful. What's the word for when things are so stressful that all you want to do is cry? That was the whole week. You have to love it when your I.S. Director and your Head of Networking take their lead from you but wouldn't allow you to vote earlier in the decision-making process when it would've made a difference. No, I'm best at clean-up work.
It's been a real drain on my creative energies. Okay, so, I worked out a rather sticky part of my novel's plot, but I haven't had the chance to write it down or move forward in the plot. And my Project 365 feels like it's growing stale, but I haven't the energy to inject any creativity into it. And it's hard to maintain faith when bone-weary tiredness takes hold. Some days, I wonder why I bother at all, but then the impulse takes hold and I give in. I guess I'm an addict in some ways. I don't feel like I can rest until I've written something or worked on my writing in some way.
Now, if you'll excuse me, a white kitty is demanding the lap where my laptop is. I hope you have a wonderful evening.
I slept twelve hours last night. If hubby hadn't woke me, I don't know how long I would've slept. This week at work was stressful - beyond stressful. What's the word for when things are so stressful that all you want to do is cry? That was the whole week. You have to love it when your I.S. Director and your Head of Networking take their lead from you but wouldn't allow you to vote earlier in the decision-making process when it would've made a difference. No, I'm best at clean-up work.
It's been a real drain on my creative energies. Okay, so, I worked out a rather sticky part of my novel's plot, but I haven't had the chance to write it down or move forward in the plot. And my Project 365 feels like it's growing stale, but I haven't the energy to inject any creativity into it. And it's hard to maintain faith when bone-weary tiredness takes hold. Some days, I wonder why I bother at all, but then the impulse takes hold and I give in. I guess I'm an addict in some ways. I don't feel like I can rest until I've written something or worked on my writing in some way.
Now, if you'll excuse me, a white kitty is demanding the lap where my laptop is. I hope you have a wonderful evening.