Next train to dreamland on platform 5
My brother's come round again and is currently cooking in the kitchen. My mom is giving him the 1001 questions treatment and I've scuttled up to the computer room for a bit of peace and quiet.
I love my brother, but my mom is going on and on and I don't really feel like jumping in the conversation right now. I think I'm tired from the self-exhorted stress I've heaped on myself over the past 2 days. The day just seemed to have gone a bit blah today. I got up early yesterday and worked hard and I couldn't sleep last night and due to the whether and having no motivation whatsoever I haven't left the house today.
and here i am.
I'm also experiencing major writer's gridlock.
This isn't like a normal block with me, that's when I have no ideas. Gridlock is when I have 4-5 ideas all logjammed in my head and no way of moving ANY of them forward:
I have the third part of my DollHouse trilogy languishing on the starting blocks.
My 1948 New York immigrant piece currently going nowhere.
A sci-fi experimentation affair with character called 617 ensnared in a plot twist.
An I Robot/Replicant jaunt lacking any motivation to pick up a biro and scribble even though I have ideas to get down.
An Alias/Mossad idea also primed with ideas but lacking in gasoline to write the feckin' thing.
I think the last 2 of that 5 are my own fault. I have ideas but no motivation.
Part of me just wants to veg in front of the teevee.
Which ignites another flame of annoyance in the fact that DollHouse has officially been executed last night and I now have to wait for fuck knows how long for it to come out on dvd.
Or be shown on ITV4.
Which it will be at "some time later on in the year" (direct quote).
Instead I have to make do with Paris Hilton's Best Friend and CBB. Although I wouldn't watch the latter if you paid me in diamonds.
Right now I just want to sleep. See? This is how I spend my precious free time. Napping, sleeping or exhausted and wanting to do both. Fuck no wonder I'm still single.
I love my brother, but my mom is going on and on and I don't really feel like jumping in the conversation right now. I think I'm tired from the self-exhorted stress I've heaped on myself over the past 2 days. The day just seemed to have gone a bit blah today. I got up early yesterday and worked hard and I couldn't sleep last night and due to the whether and having no motivation whatsoever I haven't left the house today.
and here i am.
I'm also experiencing major writer's gridlock.
This isn't like a normal block with me, that's when I have no ideas. Gridlock is when I have 4-5 ideas all logjammed in my head and no way of moving ANY of them forward:
I have the third part of my DollHouse trilogy languishing on the starting blocks.
My 1948 New York immigrant piece currently going nowhere.
A sci-fi experimentation affair with character called 617 ensnared in a plot twist.
An I Robot/Replicant jaunt lacking any motivation to pick up a biro and scribble even though I have ideas to get down.
An Alias/Mossad idea also primed with ideas but lacking in gasoline to write the feckin' thing.
I think the last 2 of that 5 are my own fault. I have ideas but no motivation.
Part of me just wants to veg in front of the teevee.
Which ignites another flame of annoyance in the fact that DollHouse has officially been executed last night and I now have to wait for fuck knows how long for it to come out on dvd.
Or be shown on ITV4.
Which it will be at "some time later on in the year" (direct quote).
Instead I have to make do with Paris Hilton's Best Friend and CBB. Although I wouldn't watch the latter if you paid me in diamonds.
Right now I just want to sleep. See? This is how I spend my precious free time. Napping, sleeping or exhausted and wanting to do both. Fuck no wonder I'm still single.