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Aug. 11th, 2017 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSomehow I am awake, despite having been woken up by the boyfriend at god knows what hour of the morning (after five, before five forty five, I think a three was involved somewhere) and despite him then going to bed at seven so I had to tiptoe around him and not do my exercises while I got ready and despite all the aggravation this caused.
I also finished Rupert Wong Cannibal Chef, which had surprisingly little human cannibalism in it despite the title, in fact it had very few humans in it at all, a lot of gore, and a hell of a lot of fun. If you're all right with giblets flying everywhere and description thick on the page, this is a good book for you. It's also a short, quick read.
I did the thing! Which is to say I emailed the lawyer for a follow-up appointment to go over the contract and hopefully it will be the last one because not only are lawyers expensive, they are fucking nervewracking. I do seem to have cured at least, eh, a good chunk of my do not want to write? Although I've been doing fiddly shit at work and people keep interrupting me to talk at me, so I haven't gotten as much done as I could have yesterday when it was quiet as hell. But it's a start. And I feel vaguely more balanced on projects. Which is to say I have three things I'm working on, I know where they're going and what I'm doing. It's going to be okay. It could be okay, anyway. The worst it's going to be is banal.
Am having the usual body image stress leading up to DragonCon, although to be honest I'm not significantly worse off? In worse shape? Than I have been the last two years running, so I'm doing mostly all right telling those voices to shut the hell up. And I've now done capoeira both lessons in one week! For the first time in a few weeks. My ability to exercise in the morning is still middling, but I'm getting better about sneaking in 5 minutes of a yoga pose here and there at work so that's not bad.
I also need to be easier on myself in capoeira and out of it, for that matter. I can do about three sets of 8 kicks (left and right) before I'm panting so hard I have to sit down for fifteen minutes and be still. Yes, it sucks, but I need to remember that it's just a fact of my life and. Ugh.
But okay, yes. Things not going badly, things not so much getting better as getting easier? Definitely consistent writing progress is happening, which is very nice.
I also finished Rupert Wong Cannibal Chef, which had surprisingly little human cannibalism in it despite the title, in fact it had very few humans in it at all, a lot of gore, and a hell of a lot of fun. If you're all right with giblets flying everywhere and description thick on the page, this is a good book for you. It's also a short, quick read.
I did the thing! Which is to say I emailed the lawyer for a follow-up appointment to go over the contract and hopefully it will be the last one because not only are lawyers expensive, they are fucking nervewracking. I do seem to have cured at least, eh, a good chunk of my do not want to write? Although I've been doing fiddly shit at work and people keep interrupting me to talk at me, so I haven't gotten as much done as I could have yesterday when it was quiet as hell. But it's a start. And I feel vaguely more balanced on projects. Which is to say I have three things I'm working on, I know where they're going and what I'm doing. It's going to be okay. It could be okay, anyway. The worst it's going to be is banal.
Am having the usual body image stress leading up to DragonCon, although to be honest I'm not significantly worse off? In worse shape? Than I have been the last two years running, so I'm doing mostly all right telling those voices to shut the hell up. And I've now done capoeira both lessons in one week! For the first time in a few weeks. My ability to exercise in the morning is still middling, but I'm getting better about sneaking in 5 minutes of a yoga pose here and there at work so that's not bad.
I also need to be easier on myself in capoeira and out of it, for that matter. I can do about three sets of 8 kicks (left and right) before I'm panting so hard I have to sit down for fifteen minutes and be still. Yes, it sucks, but I need to remember that it's just a fact of my life and. Ugh.
But okay, yes. Things not going badly, things not so much getting better as getting easier? Definitely consistent writing progress is happening, which is very nice.