frustration.
So I went out on a mission today. The mission of finding a place to live. I looked at two and called many more. The first was mostly promising. Slightly higher on price range, but just a block off commercial and very good size. little on the dirty side but nothing unbearable. second place was not nearly as well off, suffice to say... decided to call the first place back to come in tomorrow with application, and of course, surprise: place was already rented.
Just blows my mind sometimes. Frustrates me even more when one is forced into making such major decisions as living arrangements on the fly. never felt right. i loathe not being able to take the time to look at all my options. weigh them against eachother. such, of course, is not the case.
so now i am angered and feeling somewhat without direction. looked into about a dozen places today and only one was even half-good. prospects, as they say, are lacking. but dilligence is also what they say. stiff upper lip and all that. look again tomorrow.
In other news, I've been trying to dedicate my time to my science fiction idea. writing somewhat regularly. forcing it out. I've found the book's "voice" which was the greatest thing holding me back for some time. it's telling itself. I've gone back to look over things and see where improvements will go for second draft, but on this I am resolved. I will finish it first.just let the Heart speak. I've been told that's where my best work comes from. Come back to it later. Add things, tweak bits. Not going to even worry about "continuity" that much, or even that much about the story making sense. That's for third or fourth drafts. Let the heart and pen move the story, then go back and let the mind make sure that only the best dieas remain, while still ensuring it makes sense. Have a working journal just for it. It's private, for potential legal reasons.
There have been moments here where silence prevailed and I wished it hadn't. Political commentary. Arts commentary. Writing. It's been almost 3 YEARS since I began Gallery of Femininity and I'm not even half-done. I've shot myself in the foot there but there's a little bit of hate in me over the fact that I haven't finished it. I need to have accomplished something to the point where I can put it down, or away somewhere, and feel like I'm worth the energy I've been putting into the world of story.
Regardless, more here I hope.
Just blows my mind sometimes. Frustrates me even more when one is forced into making such major decisions as living arrangements on the fly. never felt right. i loathe not being able to take the time to look at all my options. weigh them against eachother. such, of course, is not the case.
so now i am angered and feeling somewhat without direction. looked into about a dozen places today and only one was even half-good. prospects, as they say, are lacking. but dilligence is also what they say. stiff upper lip and all that. look again tomorrow.
In other news, I've been trying to dedicate my time to my science fiction idea. writing somewhat regularly. forcing it out. I've found the book's "voice" which was the greatest thing holding me back for some time. it's telling itself. I've gone back to look over things and see where improvements will go for second draft, but on this I am resolved. I will finish it first.just let the Heart speak. I've been told that's where my best work comes from. Come back to it later. Add things, tweak bits. Not going to even worry about "continuity" that much, or even that much about the story making sense. That's for third or fourth drafts. Let the heart and pen move the story, then go back and let the mind make sure that only the best dieas remain, while still ensuring it makes sense. Have a working journal just for it. It's private, for potential legal reasons.
There have been moments here where silence prevailed and I wished it hadn't. Political commentary. Arts commentary. Writing. It's been almost 3 YEARS since I began Gallery of Femininity and I'm not even half-done. I've shot myself in the foot there but there's a little bit of hate in me over the fact that I haven't finished it. I need to have accomplished something to the point where I can put it down, or away somewhere, and feel like I'm worth the energy I've been putting into the world of story.
Regardless, more here I hope.