Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
*sigh* And I was doing so well.
Mercury Retrograde came up this week and just kicked me in the ass. All of a sudden, I'm getting dates of appointments wrong, my short-term memory ain't worth shit, and now I can't write. And I was doing so well!
I was working on "No Accounting For Taste", which was another faux-memoir I'm eventually going to put in my book about my tenure at work (after everyone I ever worked with is dead, of course; it saves on legal fees that way), this one being about how I tricked Flexo into thinking I have no taste buds. I was working on my Arrested Development drabble project, wherein I write a drabble about Arrested Development based on titles of every single Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode ever - I got eight done! Out of 144! Woo...?
I finished a scene in the godforsaken Five Nights in Albany, and it's finally - finally - working. Of course, I can't get scene 4 started, and I'll probably let it languish for a while, and then when I finally open it up again, I'll get pissed off at it and have to start again. I hate when I do that.
And I am STILL STUCK! on chapter 16 of Green Eyed Monster, and if I can just get over this damn hurdle, I have a feeling that it will get better and easier.
Hm. Now that I think about it, I think I was stuck on ... no, it was Chapter 8 the last time. When I finally got that out, I wrote, like, five chapters in two days. But that was almost a year ago.
I was also writing an Arrested Development/Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic where Maeby discovers she's a Potential (after "Chosen"). I've got two chapters done! It's awesome! And now I'm ... STUCK!
And let's not even mention my languishing "Wrong Place, Wrong Time", where John McClane goes to five fandoms and saves the world. Although I think I'll have a better handle on that once I actually watch Die Hard With a Vengeance all the way through.
Have I mentioned recently how much I absolutely loathe Mercury Retrograde? It totally fucks me up, and I hate getting fucked up.
I should probably talk about last night's episode of Lost, while I'm here, but I need to think about it some more, and because I'm anal, I'll probably post my reaction to it later.
Although, short version: What the FUCK!?
Mercury Retrograde came up this week and just kicked me in the ass. All of a sudden, I'm getting dates of appointments wrong, my short-term memory ain't worth shit, and now I can't write. And I was doing so well!
I was working on "No Accounting For Taste", which was another faux-memoir I'm eventually going to put in my book about my tenure at work (after everyone I ever worked with is dead, of course; it saves on legal fees that way), this one being about how I tricked Flexo into thinking I have no taste buds. I was working on my Arrested Development drabble project, wherein I write a drabble about Arrested Development based on titles of every single Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode ever - I got eight done! Out of 144! Woo...?
I finished a scene in the godforsaken Five Nights in Albany, and it's finally - finally - working. Of course, I can't get scene 4 started, and I'll probably let it languish for a while, and then when I finally open it up again, I'll get pissed off at it and have to start again. I hate when I do that.
And I am STILL STUCK! on chapter 16 of Green Eyed Monster, and if I can just get over this damn hurdle, I have a feeling that it will get better and easier.
Hm. Now that I think about it, I think I was stuck on ... no, it was Chapter 8 the last time. When I finally got that out, I wrote, like, five chapters in two days. But that was almost a year ago.
I was also writing an Arrested Development/Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic where Maeby discovers she's a Potential (after "Chosen"). I've got two chapters done! It's awesome! And now I'm ... STUCK!
And let's not even mention my languishing "Wrong Place, Wrong Time", where John McClane goes to five fandoms and saves the world. Although I think I'll have a better handle on that once I actually watch Die Hard With a Vengeance all the way through.
Have I mentioned recently how much I absolutely loathe Mercury Retrograde? It totally fucks me up, and I hate getting fucked up.
I should probably talk about last night's episode of Lost, while I'm here, but I need to think about it some more, and because I'm anal, I'll probably post my reaction to it later.
Although, short version: What the FUCK!?