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Dec. 11th, 2014 10:14 pmWork continues to kick my ass. Though in this case with regards to writing not getting done I'm not sure whether it's work kicking my ass or just the fact that I'm a couple scenes from done and therefore dragging on it heavily. I mean, I was able to mostly keep up writing on Nano and a couple other things and work over November. Did I go back to writing too soon? Or, I don't know, what else is going on? That's pretty much the only thing suffering so far. Although, yeah, it's true, work is picking up. I don't know if it's a Christmas rush or a permanent uptick because the economy is gaining strength. Huh.
It'll help once things warm up again and I'm more willing to sit in the office long enough to write or die, I can tell you that much. Fucking brr.
This is actually mildly irritating, I feel like I'm going to end up sacrificing writing for my day job, which I love but still, and yet. I'm actually mostly managing to keep up with everything. I'm a couple scenes away from done on Nerd Girls, and then it's just edits and dime novels for a bit. And ... no, I don't know. Keep going. Keep monitoring, I guess. It would probably also help if I wrote at the designated hour instead of.... what the hell was I doing tonight, anyway.
I'm tired. Too much crap going on today.
I'll be honest, I'm also a little scared. There's a march against police violence that I've said I'd go march in on Saturday, and I'm reasonably sure nothing's going to happen here, the cops are pretty nice. I've met a few of them, we work literally a couple doors down from the police station, I don't think anything will happen. But I'm still worried. My friends are worried. My Mom's probably worried though I don't know if she knows, I should call her and tell her tomorrow. Hey, Mom, I'm following in the family tradition. (She used to march. For the Farmworkers, among other things.) And my aunt is worried, which is worrying me more than anything because she lives here, even though she says she's just worried because I'm the niece. Still. I'm scared. I don't want to get gassed, or arrested. I'm not white. I'm small, I'm female, I pass as white but I'm not, and do I really want to trust my physical safety on what the police officer sees in the middle of the crowd?
Weekly reports. I don't have a weekly word count yet, I haven't been keeping trakc on the spreadsheet, but Nerd Girls is about a scene away from being done. Maybe two scenes. And I started on edits but I haven't been very good at carving out time for it at work this week.
Superhero Training: arm positions, tendus, plies in 1st, 2nd, and 3rd position, grand plies in 2nd. Torso circles for bellydance, hip sway, hip drop, butterfly arms. Cat-Cow, cobra, plank, mountain, child, and lunges were easier than downward dog. Which I should practice, but still. Next week, I think, integrating some... I don't know what to call them. The ones where you lie on one side and arch your leg and arm to meet in the middle, stretching... I don't know what to call it. That one there.
It'll help once things warm up again and I'm more willing to sit in the office long enough to write or die, I can tell you that much. Fucking brr.
This is actually mildly irritating, I feel like I'm going to end up sacrificing writing for my day job, which I love but still, and yet. I'm actually mostly managing to keep up with everything. I'm a couple scenes away from done on Nerd Girls, and then it's just edits and dime novels for a bit. And ... no, I don't know. Keep going. Keep monitoring, I guess. It would probably also help if I wrote at the designated hour instead of.... what the hell was I doing tonight, anyway.
I'm tired. Too much crap going on today.
I'll be honest, I'm also a little scared. There's a march against police violence that I've said I'd go march in on Saturday, and I'm reasonably sure nothing's going to happen here, the cops are pretty nice. I've met a few of them, we work literally a couple doors down from the police station, I don't think anything will happen. But I'm still worried. My friends are worried. My Mom's probably worried though I don't know if she knows, I should call her and tell her tomorrow. Hey, Mom, I'm following in the family tradition. (She used to march. For the Farmworkers, among other things.) And my aunt is worried, which is worrying me more than anything because she lives here, even though she says she's just worried because I'm the niece. Still. I'm scared. I don't want to get gassed, or arrested. I'm not white. I'm small, I'm female, I pass as white but I'm not, and do I really want to trust my physical safety on what the police officer sees in the middle of the crowd?
Weekly reports. I don't have a weekly word count yet, I haven't been keeping trakc on the spreadsheet, but Nerd Girls is about a scene away from being done. Maybe two scenes. And I started on edits but I haven't been very good at carving out time for it at work this week.
Superhero Training: arm positions, tendus, plies in 1st, 2nd, and 3rd position, grand plies in 2nd. Torso circles for bellydance, hip sway, hip drop, butterfly arms. Cat-Cow, cobra, plank, mountain, child, and lunges were easier than downward dog. Which I should practice, but still. Next week, I think, integrating some... I don't know what to call them. The ones where you lie on one side and arch your leg and arm to meet in the middle, stretching... I don't know what to call it. That one there.