projects. or something.
Okay. Okay. So. I'm kind of letting January eat me, emotionally and physically. Which, like, okay. Not to be whiny and martyr-y, but the last week of that fucking fest was hard. I felt like the happiness of 93 people was suddenly riding on my shoulders and all the people who were like, "I SWEAR I'LL GET YOU A STORY BY FRIDAY" and consistently not doing it was giving me stress dreams. And I'd not been sleeping well as it is and all of that + depression + real life + work stuff + January is just not working for my brain right now.
(Sorry for all like, three hundred of you that are reading this/scrolling by this when it's just going to basically be a giant note to self disguised as an entry.)
So, this weekend, I am going to do the following:
Laundry (Um. Tomorrow.)
Packing up Christmas
Cleaning my room
When those things are done, I want to figure out what my next big project is. I've got like, three balls in the air (where "balls in the air" refers to "major projects that will have plot and be long and stuff" as opposed to short stories or ficlets or random, 5k ideas that seize me.) and I'm not sure which one to focus my energy on. I'm in this weird, drifty place and...yes. I feel like having direction will make me feel more productive, give me something to focus on. I'll make an outline and shit. Who knows? Maybe I'll feel like I'm doing something even if I'm really just sitting here.
Anyway, there's the sequel to "No Yesterdays On the Road," with the working title "ghost story fic," that's all about building relationships and friendships and mourning and creepy shit happening at the mansion. There's the Alex/Darwin AU where Alex works for Charles and Raven, restoring the Xavier classic cars, and Darwin is one of Charles' TAs. And there's the horror story where weird shit used to happen in the laboratories under the Xavier estate and for the first time since Charles' stepfather died, he's going back down there to chase after some crazy dude who broke into his house.
(I was going to do a poll because I was super curious which of the three people are interested in, but that's a little self-indulgent, even for me.)
So. That's what's on the agenda. And, to be honest, while writing this "Sunday" came on and it was vitally important that we mock the fact that Carson is abruptly, for no supported reason, Rodney's best friend. Oh man. HILARIOUS.
And now it's bedtime. So I basically just wasted this whole entry talking to myself. LIKE EVERY ENTRY, AM I RIGHT?
***
Worcester tomorrow. Just shoot me D:
(Sorry for all like, three hundred of you that are reading this/scrolling by this when it's just going to basically be a giant note to self disguised as an entry.)
So, this weekend, I am going to do the following:
Laundry (Um. Tomorrow.)
Packing up Christmas
Cleaning my room
When those things are done, I want to figure out what my next big project is. I've got like, three balls in the air (where "balls in the air" refers to "major projects that will have plot and be long and stuff" as opposed to short stories or ficlets or random, 5k ideas that seize me.) and I'm not sure which one to focus my energy on. I'm in this weird, drifty place and...yes. I feel like having direction will make me feel more productive, give me something to focus on. I'll make an outline and shit. Who knows? Maybe I'll feel like I'm doing something even if I'm really just sitting here.
Anyway, there's the sequel to "No Yesterdays On the Road," with the working title "ghost story fic," that's all about building relationships and friendships and mourning and creepy shit happening at the mansion. There's the Alex/Darwin AU where Alex works for Charles and Raven, restoring the Xavier classic cars, and Darwin is one of Charles' TAs. And there's the horror story where weird shit used to happen in the laboratories under the Xavier estate and for the first time since Charles' stepfather died, he's going back down there to chase after some crazy dude who broke into his house.
(I was going to do a poll because I was super curious which of the three people are interested in, but that's a little self-indulgent, even for me.)
So. That's what's on the agenda. And, to be honest, while writing this "Sunday" came on and it was vitally important that we mock the fact that Carson is abruptly, for no supported reason, Rodney's best friend. Oh man. HILARIOUS.
And now it's bedtime. So I basically just wasted this whole entry talking to myself. LIKE EVERY ENTRY, AM I RIGHT?
***
Worcester tomorrow. Just shoot me D: