Organization

1. Write, Post FYW prompts
2. Pay cable bill
3. Email OBB summary
4. Big Sky Riding Skirt
5. Drop Spindle practice
6. IR/SD
7. Wig shop
8. email about wheel *gulp*

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And one of those appeared twice because it repeated later on in the chapter and I decided it wasn't worth bothering with. Also, practice is always good.

I have way too much shit to do and way too little brain to do it with. This is my conclusion. If I thought spoons for yesterday were lacking, today I think I have spoons minus two, at least. Conservative estimate. I did, however, drag my rollerblades over from my aunt's house. Didn't find a suitable fabric for either the riding skirt or the blouses on top, but the blouses might just go to straight muslin. I've got e-bloody-nough of it.

Sigh. I've made my list of crap I have to do today. Not sure how I'm going to get it all done, but it starts with getting ready, which means packing up shortly and then dragging my dumb ass to work. And then doing the work and doing everything else, too, because ... well, because. This is what I need to do, so I'm damn well going to do it. Because I can fall down when I'm done, and not before. (I do, however, need to start packing my bento the night before again, because my mornings are getting way too insane. Today may be a sushi day.)

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Surprisingly, getting all the shit done today that I wanted to get done while I was at work was not as hard as I expected. This means the only thing I have to do this evening is sewing and writing, both of which I can live with. And doing bento. And then, hopefully, getting to bed on fucking time. Or even early. Guys, if I'm stupid enough to get embroiled in RP tonight, smack me?

I'm doing something fairly expensive but also fairly brave and ultimately productive, more of which will be revealed later. But I also really want to bounce about it, so you get cryptic until the deal is done. Suffice to say, living in Asheville and working at the family store has corrupted me to picking up a number of other crafty hobbies (this one, at least, requires less in the way of equipment I need myself and more that I can just borrow from the store) and it is really sad how into it I'm getting. But also kind of cool. This is a family business that's in semi-danger of dying out because I'm the only child who's come back to work at the family business, and we don't seem to have the money to help bring in others of the next generation. I'd like to. I know friends of mine would like to, but... it's frustrating. But this is a step. A really awesome step.

Today going smoother seems to have given me back a couple spoons. I almost want to use a different metaphor, now. Instead of spoons maybe hearts, or Life, or something. I feel like some kind of video game character running around through the day looking for mana potions or heart potions or something. If I were Link I'd be able to build up my heart containers. Which I might actually have been doing by way of CS. Maybe I started out with four heart containers and now I have six. Whatever the metaphor, I have more of it now. I feel a little better, a little less scattered and sleepy, and ready to actually finish out the day productively.

( 30 days of writing )

Two days' worth:
6. Where are you most comfortable writing? At what time of day? Computer or good ol' pen and paper?
Anywhere I can sprawl. I write on my back with my legs propped up against the wall, at my desk slumped down in the chair (yes, I know it gives me bad posture), on my stomach on the carpet, where ever. And I write at whatever time of the day I can. I try to start writing a couple hours after I wake up, so my brain has time to wake up, and stop a couple hours before I go to sleep so the wolves don't get me. Other than that, I'm very flexible. I can also write on computer or pen and paper, but since computers got way more portable and efficient at word processing I've gotten much, much lazier and prefer to write on computer. At least, full-length stories. Notes I'll take on anything that stands still with anything that leaves a mark.

Literally, sometimes. I have an OCD disorder called hypergraphia, and there have been times when I was nervous or upset more consistently than I am now when I would cover surfaces and scratch paper with lists, song lyrics, anything written down. It was a good time for jotting down notes that might make sense later, but not a very good time for my state of mid otherwise. I don't really consider that writing anymore, although I kind of did at the time.


7. Do you listen to music while you write? What kind? Are there any songs you like to relate/apply to your characters?

I tend to listen to movie soundtracks and scores when I write, because if I listen to song lyrics I wind up singing along and that plays hell with trying to focus on what I'm writing. I also listen to instrumental music, orchestral or folk or what have you, and I definitely relate music to mood or character. My Nameless half-Sluagh has a whole playlist of Last of the Mohicans tracks, folk fiddle music, some Western-style music, and some celtic airs. My amnesiac angel novel has most of the score from the original The Crow. I'm not sure what my desert novel playlist will end up being (although I expect I'd better solidify that as I buckle down on it) but I think it will end up having a lot of Firefly, Serenity, western film stuff (natch) and probably some flute music. I like to score my writing as though it were a film. I'm sure I'm not unique in this. :)