The State of Raen (or, Muses, Editors, and Tidbits... oh my!)
Raen is restless for an unknown reason. A little fidgetty... maybe its because I'm looking forward to a gaming 'break' on the other end of ICC. Getting a little oversaturated, probably... while at the same time having that story chipping away at my calm saying, "You, foolish writer, have been gifted with this buzzing of creativity. How dare you think about putting it aside for another month! Finish it, or I will be very cross with you!"
.... this is probably my muse. And I'm sure that my muse and my internal editor, one of my partners in writing crime, are having words. My editor is telling me to go over the last installment of the story I just wrote and retool it... work out some clarity issues, and tweak the ending for a better effect.
My editor, of course, is correct. My editor often is. My muse if flighty and prone to fits of fancy. Yet it will make the two bicker with one another.
Then again, it could be the season. I love this time of year. This time of year loves me. But so often it leaves me with this itching sensation that asks, "What are you doing?"
Its frustrating, feeling like I should be doing _something_, but not knowing what.
Today, however, I did accomplish something. last_bastion and I got out of the apartment... namely so I could shop for unmentionables. Amazingly, we got completely distracted by The Mall(tm)... and had a wonderful time poking around at things. We followed this up with the completely random decision to go to Baskin Robbins (see below), and thrift store hunting.
Spontaneous date days... sure, it didn't include a movie, but still... it was a truly fun and relaxing afternoon, spent in the company of my favorite person. What more could I ask for? *smiles*
I think we're going to start taking serious advantage of the Phathom (Fathom?) events thing. Is it next week...? We're talking about seeing Tosca(sp)? I'd better watch it... I might develop a veneer that seems cultured... 'course, that would require me to understand what Tosca is more than its a foreign language play. On the other hand, we're also going to see Miss Saigon here soon (gift tickets from the boss... rock!), and I do know what that one's about. Madam Butterfly, updated, and in English.
Still haven't watched Madam Butterfly yet, though... its sitting on top of last_bastion's tower. Mabye I'll talk him into sitting down with that and me tomorrow... *smiles* I have to admit, I find the concept of the story bittersweet in the heartwrenching I'm probably going to cry fashion.
Life at the gym is going well. Made it over four times last week. I have bicepts again... they don't hold up to serious resistance, but I have muscle definition... and my back is doing what it does when I apply weight to it - broadening and chiseling. Even my stomach has flattened somewhat, much to my surprise. Who knew that leg lifts, when committed to by the whiningly determined, could have such an effect...? And jogging for fifteen minute straight regularly? Holy Hannah!
The end result is that I need to eat more. So much work in that area, and the Points I'd been using to sustain myself at an even number are no longer doing so. I keep stepping on the scale and finding myself lighter than my goal weight... which causes me to peer into the mirror critically.
I so need a haircut...
.... oh, and I've addicted last_bastion to coffee. I'm not sure how this happened, because my coffee sucks, but its rendered him a morning person again. I'm not sure the office knows how to handle him tripping on sunshine at 7:30 in the morning.
That is all...
This message has been brought to you by the random inner working of Raen's mind while she contemplates the age old dilemma....
Words, words, words...
And now... back to your regularly schedualed LJ.
Raen.
.... this is probably my muse. And I'm sure that my muse and my internal editor, one of my partners in writing crime, are having words. My editor is telling me to go over the last installment of the story I just wrote and retool it... work out some clarity issues, and tweak the ending for a better effect.
My editor, of course, is correct. My editor often is. My muse if flighty and prone to fits of fancy. Yet it will make the two bicker with one another.
Then again, it could be the season. I love this time of year. This time of year loves me. But so often it leaves me with this itching sensation that asks, "What are you doing?"
Its frustrating, feeling like I should be doing _something_, but not knowing what.
Today, however, I did accomplish something. last_bastion and I got out of the apartment... namely so I could shop for unmentionables. Amazingly, we got completely distracted by The Mall(tm)... and had a wonderful time poking around at things. We followed this up with the completely random decision to go to Baskin Robbins (see below), and thrift store hunting.
Spontaneous date days... sure, it didn't include a movie, but still... it was a truly fun and relaxing afternoon, spent in the company of my favorite person. What more could I ask for? *smiles*
I think we're going to start taking serious advantage of the Phathom (Fathom?) events thing. Is it next week...? We're talking about seeing Tosca(sp)? I'd better watch it... I might develop a veneer that seems cultured... 'course, that would require me to understand what Tosca is more than its a foreign language play. On the other hand, we're also going to see Miss Saigon here soon (gift tickets from the boss... rock!), and I do know what that one's about. Madam Butterfly, updated, and in English.
Still haven't watched Madam Butterfly yet, though... its sitting on top of last_bastion's tower. Mabye I'll talk him into sitting down with that and me tomorrow... *smiles* I have to admit, I find the concept of the story bittersweet in the heartwrenching I'm probably going to cry fashion.
Life at the gym is going well. Made it over four times last week. I have bicepts again... they don't hold up to serious resistance, but I have muscle definition... and my back is doing what it does when I apply weight to it - broadening and chiseling. Even my stomach has flattened somewhat, much to my surprise. Who knew that leg lifts, when committed to by the whiningly determined, could have such an effect...? And jogging for fifteen minute straight regularly? Holy Hannah!
The end result is that I need to eat more. So much work in that area, and the Points I'd been using to sustain myself at an even number are no longer doing so. I keep stepping on the scale and finding myself lighter than my goal weight... which causes me to peer into the mirror critically.
I so need a haircut...
.... oh, and I've addicted last_bastion to coffee. I'm not sure how this happened, because my coffee sucks, but its rendered him a morning person again. I'm not sure the office knows how to handle him tripping on sunshine at 7:30 in the morning.
That is all...
This message has been brought to you by the random inner working of Raen's mind while she contemplates the age old dilemma....
Words, words, words...
And now... back to your regularly schedualed LJ.
Raen.