Good Morning
Dec. 26th, 2019 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowynIt's Thursday morning and the day after Christmas. I have felt timelost since leaving work early on Christmas Eve. Every day feels like Sunday, as if I don't have to work today but I will have to go back to work tomorrow. I don't have to go back to work until Monday. On Monday, it will still be 2019. None of this feels right.
My normal schedule is 8 hours on Monday & Tuesday, and 4 hours on Thursday. I get 4 hours of holiday time for Christmas and New Years, and so this week and next week I'm taking Thursday off. So it's two five-day weekends in a row. To be fair, I think of every week as having a five-day weekend these days; it's just that normally that weekend is interrupted for a few hours of work on Thursday.
Working part time is great. I'm so glad I'm not full-time anymore.
I went to Panera this morning for breakfast, which I haven't done in a couple of months or more. I used to come to the Plaza to play Pokemon GO and then write for a couple of hours at a coffee shop, and then play some more Pokemon GO. It was a way of getting myself to get more exercise than I would otherwise. Lately, I've been playing Pokemon GO for around three hours and then going home, instead.
I was hoping that being at Panera would motivate me to write some fiction. I don't want to write -- I don't even want to write this -- but I want to have written. It's been a while since I did much writing. Not that long since I did *any* writing, granted; I did a little bit on Monday, and I did a little bit on various days last week. But it feels like longer. I haven't worked on The Lord, His Monster, and Their Lady in two weeks. I know what I'm supposed to write but I am dissatisfied with it. I should just write it anyway. Waiting for weeks for inspiration to strike is not really a thing that happens. Well, the waiting definitely happens, but the inspiration doesn't.
On the other hand, I switched to second-round edits on The Twilight Etherium, which is a thing I've been meaning to do for two months now, so probably just as well. But the next scene I planned for it is another one where I feel dissatisfied with my plans. I guess I know why I''m not writing, at least.
4thewords is encouraging me to battle a bunch of tiny monsters for their Winter Wonderland Festival, by opening a shop for the excess currency. I don't have quite enough snowballs accumulated to buy everything after doing the three quests with them, and I am tempted to just move on to one of the many non-event quests accumulated in my quest log. But I am duking it out with some more winter monsters anyway. RAWR. They're small and crunchy, it's nice to fight them.
And all right, I have rambled enough. I will make a noble stab at writing some fiction instead. And I am going to post this to Dreamwidth even though it's of no special interest, because I have been wanting to stop self-censoring what I post to my blog.
My normal schedule is 8 hours on Monday & Tuesday, and 4 hours on Thursday. I get 4 hours of holiday time for Christmas and New Years, and so this week and next week I'm taking Thursday off. So it's two five-day weekends in a row. To be fair, I think of every week as having a five-day weekend these days; it's just that normally that weekend is interrupted for a few hours of work on Thursday.
Working part time is great. I'm so glad I'm not full-time anymore.
I went to Panera this morning for breakfast, which I haven't done in a couple of months or more. I used to come to the Plaza to play Pokemon GO and then write for a couple of hours at a coffee shop, and then play some more Pokemon GO. It was a way of getting myself to get more exercise than I would otherwise. Lately, I've been playing Pokemon GO for around three hours and then going home, instead.
I was hoping that being at Panera would motivate me to write some fiction. I don't want to write -- I don't even want to write this -- but I want to have written. It's been a while since I did much writing. Not that long since I did *any* writing, granted; I did a little bit on Monday, and I did a little bit on various days last week. But it feels like longer. I haven't worked on The Lord, His Monster, and Their Lady in two weeks. I know what I'm supposed to write but I am dissatisfied with it. I should just write it anyway. Waiting for weeks for inspiration to strike is not really a thing that happens. Well, the waiting definitely happens, but the inspiration doesn't.
On the other hand, I switched to second-round edits on The Twilight Etherium, which is a thing I've been meaning to do for two months now, so probably just as well. But the next scene I planned for it is another one where I feel dissatisfied with my plans. I guess I know why I''m not writing, at least.
4thewords is encouraging me to battle a bunch of tiny monsters for their Winter Wonderland Festival, by opening a shop for the excess currency. I don't have quite enough snowballs accumulated to buy everything after doing the three quests with them, and I am tempted to just move on to one of the many non-event quests accumulated in my quest log. But I am duking it out with some more winter monsters anyway. RAWR. They're small and crunchy, it's nice to fight them.
And all right, I have rambled enough. I will make a noble stab at writing some fiction instead. And I am going to post this to Dreamwidth even though it's of no special interest, because I have been wanting to stop self-censoring what I post to my blog.
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Date: 2019-12-29 07:32 am (UTC)