Autumn Glory, indeed.
What's making me happy today:
The day itself. It's chilly and grey and the trees on my street are half bare, half beautifully colored. It's the best kind of reading and writing and listening-to-music day. It's the kind of day where I can sit around in my PJ's writing all the time and not feel guilty about it, because there is no incentive to go anywhere.
Food. OH MY GOD. I just ate a bowl of instant oatmeal with maple syrup added, a chopped apple with honey, and half a pound of cottage cheese and I'm STILL HUNGRY.
Coffee. Trader Joe's has my beloved Wintry Blend back in stock (with cinnamon, cloves, and peppercorns).
WFMT. Beethoven's 9th by the CSO with Daniel Barenboim. That piece is a cliché for a reason, people. And the orchestra I phone-whore for is so frequently flawless.
wrisomifu. At last, a writing support community that understands Miserable Fuckitude well and sets the bar fittingly low. No, I haven't done 10 minutes every day. But when I do, it's never just 10 minutes, because paragraphs are like potato chips.
My three WIPs. Yes, three. One of them is very vague, but sinister and sexy and was inspired by a convo on an HP fic community. It's Grindeldore. It's historic. It's songfic. It's Current 93 (!) songfic. The others are GO, one is sekrit for now, and the other is REALLY FUCKING LONG and will only get longer.
You?
The day itself. It's chilly and grey and the trees on my street are half bare, half beautifully colored. It's the best kind of reading and writing and listening-to-music day. It's the kind of day where I can sit around in my PJ's writing all the time and not feel guilty about it, because there is no incentive to go anywhere.
Food. OH MY GOD. I just ate a bowl of instant oatmeal with maple syrup added, a chopped apple with honey, and half a pound of cottage cheese and I'm STILL HUNGRY.
Coffee. Trader Joe's has my beloved Wintry Blend back in stock (with cinnamon, cloves, and peppercorns).
WFMT. Beethoven's 9th by the CSO with Daniel Barenboim. That piece is a cliché for a reason, people. And the orchestra I phone-whore for is so frequently flawless.
wrisomifu. At last, a writing support community that understands Miserable Fuckitude well and sets the bar fittingly low. No, I haven't done 10 minutes every day. But when I do, it's never just 10 minutes, because paragraphs are like potato chips.
My three WIPs. Yes, three. One of them is very vague, but sinister and sexy and was inspired by a convo on an HP fic community. It's Grindeldore. It's historic. It's songfic. It's Current 93 (!) songfic. The others are GO, one is sekrit for now, and the other is REALLY FUCKING LONG and will only get longer.
You?