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Feb. 15th, 2006 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeBleh. So, I have no work for... another week. This is both depressing and good. Depressing, in that, the car's seriously not going to get the maintenance that it needs for a while. By the grace of the Goddess, we won't need to take it into the shop because it craps out on us. At least we don't drive much. Good, though, because now I can seriously catch up on writing. And painting. And just about everything but sewing. Sewing can wait for another week or so.
To do today:
1. Finish quotes in Arcane Essay
2. 4 Pages in 'tec novel
3. 2,000 words in one NaNo novel
4. 4,000 words in Dragons
5. Draft Sorcerer essay
6.Paint 2 figures
7. Update TM muses
I'm dropping Holtz from TM. He's not talking, I'm not roleplaying with him, and it's kind of pointless. Not sure if I'm going to give up the journal or not, but it's really sort of silly to keep him around when he's just taking up space and being a hassle. Roy doesn't talk much either, but at least he's entertaining. Plus, people seem to like my rendition of him. Go figure. I still need three more icons for him.
I started putting quotes into the Arcane essay. Realized that I was, in fact, rewriting the whole damn thing. For those of you who haven't been following it's an essay that's hitting around 1000 words and trying to rewrite Campbell and Jung's theory of the monomyth, the archetype, etc. In my own weird inimitable way. Possibly not inimitable, but you know what I mean. It's... odd. I don't know how many essays I'm going to wind up writing. I think I'm going to send them to some old English teachers of mine. I suspect they're going to get passed around some college departments anyway. Yes, I'm looking at you.
Little else going on. The weather's nice, hence the sudden spate of painting. Also, winter seems to be heading into almost over state. Which means I can seal minis and such, otherwise they just sit around and fall over and all the paint I so painstakingly slapped on there just chips off and it's a total waste. I've been sleeping better, which is something. The dreams aren't helping me get any kind of recuperative, restful sleep though. Something strange about mysterious men half in shadows who flirt with me, but the kind of men who are dangerous enough that you don't want to get that close to them. Something about urgency. Something something something. It feels like I'm playing power games in my own head. I don't like that. I'm keeping productive, though. So that's better than it could be. I'm just a tired Jag. Numb. Exhausted. Something something. I have plot, I'm keeping up with tags, mostly. Somewhere I'll find my enthusiasm again.
To do today:
1. Finish quotes in Arcane Essay
2. 4 Pages in 'tec novel
3. 2,000 words in one NaNo novel
4. 4,000 words in Dragons
5. Draft Sorcerer essay
6.
7. Update TM muses
I'm dropping Holtz from TM. He's not talking, I'm not roleplaying with him, and it's kind of pointless. Not sure if I'm going to give up the journal or not, but it's really sort of silly to keep him around when he's just taking up space and being a hassle. Roy doesn't talk much either, but at least he's entertaining. Plus, people seem to like my rendition of him. Go figure. I still need three more icons for him.
I started putting quotes into the Arcane essay. Realized that I was, in fact, rewriting the whole damn thing. For those of you who haven't been following it's an essay that's hitting around 1000 words and trying to rewrite Campbell and Jung's theory of the monomyth, the archetype, etc. In my own weird inimitable way. Possibly not inimitable, but you know what I mean. It's... odd. I don't know how many essays I'm going to wind up writing. I think I'm going to send them to some old English teachers of mine. I suspect they're going to get passed around some college departments anyway. Yes, I'm looking at you.
Little else going on. The weather's nice, hence the sudden spate of painting. Also, winter seems to be heading into almost over state. Which means I can seal minis and such, otherwise they just sit around and fall over and all the paint I so painstakingly slapped on there just chips off and it's a total waste. I've been sleeping better, which is something. The dreams aren't helping me get any kind of recuperative, restful sleep though. Something strange about mysterious men half in shadows who flirt with me, but the kind of men who are dangerous enough that you don't want to get that close to them. Something about urgency. Something something something. It feels like I'm playing power games in my own head. I don't like that. I'm keeping productive, though. So that's better than it could be. I'm just a tired Jag. Numb. Exhausted. Something something. I have plot, I'm keeping up with tags, mostly. Somewhere I'll find my enthusiasm again.