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Sep. 28th, 2017 10:54 amWell the morning was going well and then I got the news that Gretchen, our little no-tail kitty from back in Cinci, had to go to rest. If I remember right she had some form of difficult cancer so it's not terribly surprising but there went my entire morning if not my entire day. Plus Bat Cat and Murdock got into it again. (Mostly Murdock's just an ass.) It's not that I'm feeling like having cats is a bad idea, but I'm feeling like having cats is a bad idea because it only leads to heartbreak. At the same time I want to go home and cuddle my cats for the next week.
Between that and getting less sleep than I should have last night I am also feeling slow and stupid and bad at writing, which would be a lot less of an issue if I hadn't decided to write fiction for a second job/life career/something like that. I'm not so tired that I don't realize this is me being tired and in time this too shall pass? But argh.
I guess on the plus side though I did get some more of Boon Doggie written. And some of Long Road edited. And today when I get home I can try and lay out White Noise some more, and figure out ... something. I'll write something. Words will be written. And I'll format and send off that one submission. I have so many grand ideas of having promo copy written up for my next five books before I get there and doing two second drafts at once and I have the energy and attention span and happiness to do exactly none of it. Maybe being on the couch with pajamas on will help. Hugging some of the cats, which ones will deign to be hugged, will definitely help.
It's at least trying to get on towards winter, which means time to knit all of the things. Which means once i'm done writing and trying to contort myself around Arabic and Hindi word sounds I'll have something to do along with watching Midsomer Murders that is not think about cats dying and the state of the world. So that's a plus, right? Of course right.
Yeah I'm just generally tired and sad. It'll pass with some sleep, I guess.
Between that and getting less sleep than I should have last night I am also feeling slow and stupid and bad at writing, which would be a lot less of an issue if I hadn't decided to write fiction for a second job/life career/something like that. I'm not so tired that I don't realize this is me being tired and in time this too shall pass? But argh.
I guess on the plus side though I did get some more of Boon Doggie written. And some of Long Road edited. And today when I get home I can try and lay out White Noise some more, and figure out ... something. I'll write something. Words will be written. And I'll format and send off that one submission. I have so many grand ideas of having promo copy written up for my next five books before I get there and doing two second drafts at once and I have the energy and attention span and happiness to do exactly none of it. Maybe being on the couch with pajamas on will help. Hugging some of the cats, which ones will deign to be hugged, will definitely help.
It's at least trying to get on towards winter, which means time to knit all of the things. Which means once i'm done writing and trying to contort myself around Arabic and Hindi word sounds I'll have something to do along with watching Midsomer Murders that is not think about cats dying and the state of the world. So that's a plus, right? Of course right.
Yeah I'm just generally tired and sad. It'll pass with some sleep, I guess.