It's not something you can buy or steal
Bad week. I think that I would attribute it to being sick, not being at work, being inside too much, and outside being unpleasant. Been surly in general lately, and other things which I have never been good at describing; frustrated and depressed are too strong and too simple, and simply do not apply, at least not at face value. The proper words linger beyond my fingertips. Is it bad if I feel more like my old self when I'm terse and more apathetic than usual?
Daily writing motivation to write Nano is gone, but I expect I'll finish the story before the month is up. Even if the ending sucks. As usual, now that I've hit the ending area, I figured out how I want to write the middle. And they way I want to have written it is not the way I wrote it. But I can finish it just fine. I imagine the total word count will be around 75-80k.
It is definitely time to ensure that I spend more time walking from job to job, so long as it's subfreezing. Why be home when I can be working?
"Hit a car the other day."
"How'd that happen?"
"You know how it goes. I was tailgating someone and they slowed down a bit when I didn't expect. Hit the bumper, no damage done to either vehicle. Or so it seemed. I didn't get a good look, and they drove away before I could get a chance - it was dark. I'm just wondering how much of what I hit was the bumper, and how much was their car. Hell, maybe I didn't even hit their bumper or car at all, and I'm just insane."
"That's the most likely option, I'd wager."
"Oh, shut up."
Alvin Maker is not Card's best prose. But the concepts within are interesting and compelling.
I enjoy my quiet apartment. I like leaving something somewhere and knowing it will be there when I come back later, even days later. The solitude and serenity are right up my alley. The value as a haven is reasonable. But. There is a loneliness that comes with having spent the previous 12 months in houses full of kids and a few pets. I don't miss the chaos. But I miss the people. I imagine that I would not enjoy going back to such a situation, although I would adapt as always. But the isolation into which I would fall if I did not seek social activity outside of work is a danger to my wellbeing. Spiritually: being aware only of oneself and one's own needs on a regular basis does not foster the attitude of being aware of the needs of other people, nor does it reinforce the idea that there are other valuable people in the world besides me. I cannot currently describe the other ways in which loneliness causes trouble, perhaps because I am sleepy. But it doesn't take a genius.
I think it's probably not so good when Stuart is on a diet, but decides to bake lots of cakes for fun. Of course, Stu doesn't eat any cake. But there is so much cake (that they've made for themselves) that the diet is ignored from time to time. He don't eat it, no sir. But he nibbles at the edges a tiny bit, scrapes the frosting in places, and smells the richness of them over and over. My theory is that Stu would be less mentally agitated if he simply stopped baking cakes. But his big thing is that he's not dieting from baking cakes, just eating them.
Daily writing motivation to write Nano is gone, but I expect I'll finish the story before the month is up. Even if the ending sucks. As usual, now that I've hit the ending area, I figured out how I want to write the middle. And they way I want to have written it is not the way I wrote it. But I can finish it just fine. I imagine the total word count will be around 75-80k.
It is definitely time to ensure that I spend more time walking from job to job, so long as it's subfreezing. Why be home when I can be working?
"Hit a car the other day."
"How'd that happen?"
"You know how it goes. I was tailgating someone and they slowed down a bit when I didn't expect. Hit the bumper, no damage done to either vehicle. Or so it seemed. I didn't get a good look, and they drove away before I could get a chance - it was dark. I'm just wondering how much of what I hit was the bumper, and how much was their car. Hell, maybe I didn't even hit their bumper or car at all, and I'm just insane."
"That's the most likely option, I'd wager."
"Oh, shut up."
Alvin Maker is not Card's best prose. But the concepts within are interesting and compelling.
I enjoy my quiet apartment. I like leaving something somewhere and knowing it will be there when I come back later, even days later. The solitude and serenity are right up my alley. The value as a haven is reasonable. But. There is a loneliness that comes with having spent the previous 12 months in houses full of kids and a few pets. I don't miss the chaos. But I miss the people. I imagine that I would not enjoy going back to such a situation, although I would adapt as always. But the isolation into which I would fall if I did not seek social activity outside of work is a danger to my wellbeing. Spiritually: being aware only of oneself and one's own needs on a regular basis does not foster the attitude of being aware of the needs of other people, nor does it reinforce the idea that there are other valuable people in the world besides me. I cannot currently describe the other ways in which loneliness causes trouble, perhaps because I am sleepy. But it doesn't take a genius.
I think it's probably not so good when Stuart is on a diet, but decides to bake lots of cakes for fun. Of course, Stu doesn't eat any cake. But there is so much cake (that they've made for themselves) that the diet is ignored from time to time. He don't eat it, no sir. But he nibbles at the edges a tiny bit, scrapes the frosting in places, and smells the richness of them over and over. My theory is that Stu would be less mentally agitated if he simply stopped baking cakes. But his big thing is that he's not dieting from baking cakes, just eating them.