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Dec. 30th, 2015 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOof. Well, last night I went home, made dinner, fed cats and scooped them, made two batches of madeleines and cleaned up after both, studied three languages, did my Duolingo, wrote 500 words, did my guitar practice, all before bed. And this is what happens when I decide I'm going to both cook for the capoeira holiday pot luck and do all my other normal evening things. Sometimes I wonder about what goes on in my head and how unhealthy it is to be this... I can only figure it as pathologically productive. Because I didn't actually need to do half of it. Or most of it. I just. Ugh. My brain is somewhat warped now. I need to not try to do ALL OF THE THINGS or I am worthless or something. I have no idea where even to begin with that, since my daily stuff is okay especially now that I've worked in enforced no seriously sit down and relax time, as long as I don't, well. Try to push a project like I did. Urgh.
Something to think about over the weekend, when I also don't have to do much of anything. That helps, too, my weekends are now a lot freer now that we're not blogging to deadline anymore. If I end up with easier edits than I expected I might do some blogging in the evenings during my writing time, come to think of it, that would also work. But yes, weekend, looking forward to. Relaxing. Hanging out. Lots and lots of reading.
But I did get the madeleines and a bunch of other shit done, and more importantly I figured out that the recipes in the book most likely way underestimate the number of madeleines it'll make for my pan. So, no, don't go by that. At least half again if not double, as I discovered when the cranberry orange ones overflowed the pan. I might try those again this coming weekend, and some other ones. SO MANY MADELEINES. All of it so amazing. I'm going to be trying these recipes endlessly. And my STAND MIXER. Making it SO EASY. Mise! Wet ingredients! Dry ingredients! BLEND. Pour. Done.
Ahem. So it turns out my worries that I spent $Alaska money for something I'd never use were unfounded. You can line up behindlireavue for the I told you so's.
There's a capoeira pot luck today that I'm a bit nervous about as it's at someone's house. Going over to someone's house always makes me nervous. And there's the ongoing edits, but I actually think other than that I'm largely done with major impending projects. White Lightning and Sandborn are so late (and Sandborn so close to done anyway) that my brain seems to have given up on trying to make me feel guilty for it. I don't have to prep for DragonCon until I know what I'm prepping for. SO, um. 2016 might be the year of me working self pub and skill acquisition with very few deadlines. Woo?
(Except one of those skills, my drawing lessons, I really want to just start fucking drawing people already instead of wasting two lessons however long that takes on fundamentals. I'm so damn impatient with myself. It's amusing but also not conducive to learning.)
So. I hereby declare 2016 the year of level grinding. Level grinding in capoeira, in guitar, in drawing, and not so much in the basics of writing as in self-publication discipline. Let the endless dribble of incremental XP gains begin!
Something to think about over the weekend, when I also don't have to do much of anything. That helps, too, my weekends are now a lot freer now that we're not blogging to deadline anymore. If I end up with easier edits than I expected I might do some blogging in the evenings during my writing time, come to think of it, that would also work. But yes, weekend, looking forward to. Relaxing. Hanging out. Lots and lots of reading.
But I did get the madeleines and a bunch of other shit done, and more importantly I figured out that the recipes in the book most likely way underestimate the number of madeleines it'll make for my pan. So, no, don't go by that. At least half again if not double, as I discovered when the cranberry orange ones overflowed the pan. I might try those again this coming weekend, and some other ones. SO MANY MADELEINES. All of it so amazing. I'm going to be trying these recipes endlessly. And my STAND MIXER. Making it SO EASY. Mise! Wet ingredients! Dry ingredients! BLEND. Pour. Done.
Ahem. So it turns out my worries that I spent $Alaska money for something I'd never use were unfounded. You can line up behind
lireavue for the I told you so's. There's a capoeira pot luck today that I'm a bit nervous about as it's at someone's house. Going over to someone's house always makes me nervous. And there's the ongoing edits, but I actually think other than that I'm largely done with major impending projects. White Lightning and Sandborn are so late (and Sandborn so close to done anyway) that my brain seems to have given up on trying to make me feel guilty for it. I don't have to prep for DragonCon until I know what I'm prepping for. SO, um. 2016 might be the year of me working self pub and skill acquisition with very few deadlines. Woo?
(Except one of those skills, my drawing lessons, I really want to just start fucking drawing people already instead of wasting two lessons however long that takes on fundamentals. I'm so damn impatient with myself. It's amusing but also not conducive to learning.)
So. I hereby declare 2016 the year of level grinding. Level grinding in capoeira, in guitar, in drawing, and not so much in the basics of writing as in self-publication discipline. Let the endless dribble of incremental XP gains begin!