And here we go again.
Life is a clusterfuck right now.
I went to visit mum, and from the sound of it she won't be coming home from the hospital until next weekend. Not good. ... But from the sound of it, everything's under control. It's just that she needs to stay there longer than we thought.
Think I'm going to have to have a talk with my father about housework. No way am I going to let him leave everything to me while he sits on his ass. Nope.
Next Saturday, I'll be helping with inventory at work. I usually don't work weekends. So, this will mean one less day off. If those who talk to me on a regular basis notice that I'm more tired and cranky and stressed out than usual, that will be why. ... Aside from all the other real life things.
Travel plans are still up in the air. It's on a wait and see basis right now, I guess. If Montreal doesn't work out... well, I was thinking of maybe going to Halifax for a week. That'd be nice. Really nice. I could go to Wolfville for a few days, visit my old profs... yeah. Sounds good. But, whatever will happen, will happen.
I've kind of been in a writing slump lately. Not sure if it's because of real life business, or something else. I'd put money on real life, but you never know. It's just... I have this 26-page thing that's all drafted and ready to be revised, and I just can't muster up the drive to work on it. And that'd be fine, y'know, all well and good, work on something else in the meantime - but I can't do that, either. I sit down, all set to write something or work on something, and nothing comes out. It isn't for lack of ideas. It's just -- I dunno'. Bloody annoying.
Maybe I should just take some time to relax and read a bit of published fiction before trying to go back to it. It's very possible that I'm just too stressed out to write, anyway.
I went to visit mum, and from the sound of it she won't be coming home from the hospital until next weekend. Not good. ... But from the sound of it, everything's under control. It's just that she needs to stay there longer than we thought.
Think I'm going to have to have a talk with my father about housework. No way am I going to let him leave everything to me while he sits on his ass. Nope.
Next Saturday, I'll be helping with inventory at work. I usually don't work weekends. So, this will mean one less day off. If those who talk to me on a regular basis notice that I'm more tired and cranky and stressed out than usual, that will be why. ... Aside from all the other real life things.
Travel plans are still up in the air. It's on a wait and see basis right now, I guess. If Montreal doesn't work out... well, I was thinking of maybe going to Halifax for a week. That'd be nice. Really nice. I could go to Wolfville for a few days, visit my old profs... yeah. Sounds good. But, whatever will happen, will happen.
I've kind of been in a writing slump lately. Not sure if it's because of real life business, or something else. I'd put money on real life, but you never know. It's just... I have this 26-page thing that's all drafted and ready to be revised, and I just can't muster up the drive to work on it. And that'd be fine, y'know, all well and good, work on something else in the meantime - but I can't do that, either. I sit down, all set to write something or work on something, and nothing comes out. It isn't for lack of ideas. It's just -- I dunno'. Bloody annoying.
Maybe I should just take some time to relax and read a bit of published fiction before trying to go back to it. It's very possible that I'm just too stressed out to write, anyway.