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[apiphile]

This week has been very LONG. By the end of each day I am entirely too tired to do anything except go home and become one with the sofa, although Dr F's insistence that I write Modern AU Billy Prior is bearing fruit. Sad, dusty, shitty fruit, but fruit nonetheless. And I am definitely getting fitter

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[wolfy_writing]

Sounds like a rough patch. You're accomplishing a lot, but you don't get the satisfaction. You're writing (and getting published by other people!), getting in shape, getting your house together, and getting medical stuff resolved. If it was someone else, you'd be all encouraging and point out that was quite good for a low patch. (Although "Treat yourself with the same fairness and sympathy you'd treat someone else with" is hilariously difficult.)

[apiphile]

Probably just the start of winter, but I do feel like I basically do nothing of worth. Hrmph.

[wolfy_writing]

Yeah, I think it's winter. From an outside perspective, you're making good progress on a lot of things, but if you're having SAD symptoms, it makes sense you can't feel it, and if you can't feel the satisfaction, it's natural to believe you somehow haven't done anything of worth.

Next winter, I'll probably have a guest room quite close to the equator if you need some time in the sun?

[apiphile]

!! if I can balance that against an intense hatred of mosquitos I may well take you up on it (but you have to teach me how to use oil paints)

[wolfy_writing]

I don't actually know how to use oil paints, only acrylics, but if you visit, I'll try to track down some turpentine and work out the secrets of oils.