About Writing
So I haven't really written in a couple of months. Why, remains enigmatic, but I suspect it has to do with having too many other personal projects and not enough free time, and also having what free time is available eaten by 'Agatha Christie's Poirot'. I've had some new thoughts for handling Chapter 26 of CD, but now I'm rather afraid to contact my beta, to whom I haven't spoken since maybe July.
More nebulous than that is my Marvel writing, insofar as it's kind of not for human consumption anyway (excepting select, trustworthy humans) so it's difficult to know how it's working without the potential for direct feedback. Poetry just hasn't been happening, although it comes and goes infrequently in any case. I think I've been stuck on sonnets too much and need to get back to using other forms.
Perhaps this is why I've been depressed; I'm without my creative outlet. Granted, there's Marvel gaming, which continues to be every level of superb, but writing both predates it and supersedes it in terms of its general cathartic properties. Yet, I also haven't been reading much, which impedes my ability to write, and where will I find the time for both? I'll likely just have to keep plugging away at the latter, and squeeze in the former as opportunities present, while somehow still managing to do my other projects and keep all my promises and juggle the new house affair (we made an offer which was accepted! Now inspections) and in general Do All the Things. Well; it might be slightly unfair to say All the Things, because Jeremy is also doing many Things and much of my workload is self-inflicted, but it certainly feels like it at times.
IDK. Perhaps if I spend more time with my cats. They're always adorably present when I'm trying to type anyway.
In other news: why am I awake. I do not have gaming for five hours.
More nebulous than that is my Marvel writing, insofar as it's kind of not for human consumption anyway (excepting select, trustworthy humans) so it's difficult to know how it's working without the potential for direct feedback. Poetry just hasn't been happening, although it comes and goes infrequently in any case. I think I've been stuck on sonnets too much and need to get back to using other forms.
Perhaps this is why I've been depressed; I'm without my creative outlet. Granted, there's Marvel gaming, which continues to be every level of superb, but writing both predates it and supersedes it in terms of its general cathartic properties. Yet, I also haven't been reading much, which impedes my ability to write, and where will I find the time for both? I'll likely just have to keep plugging away at the latter, and squeeze in the former as opportunities present, while somehow still managing to do my other projects and keep all my promises and juggle the new house affair (we made an offer which was accepted! Now inspections) and in general Do All the Things. Well; it might be slightly unfair to say All the Things, because Jeremy is also doing many Things and much of my workload is self-inflicted, but it certainly feels like it at times.
IDK. Perhaps if I spend more time with my cats. They're always adorably present when I'm trying to type anyway.
In other news: why am I awake. I do not have gaming for five hours.