"Come see as the wind..."
Dec. 4th, 2003 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHmmm.
I'm oddly enough starting to have my doubts about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
natlitcrepro and I'm not sure why. I'm not sure if it's my standard issue inferiority complex talking, or if it really is taking on a sort of... well, for lack of a better term, elitist air to it. I'm not sure why. But there's something. And granted, it's a good idea. I like the idea, I like the idea that my stories are getting constructive criticism. And I know it's a good thing. There's just... a misgiving. A something.
Anyway. I do feel so much better since I moved out of that dump. I swear, there was a palpable... mold odor or something. It was posetively gross. And I know there was a stench coming from my ex's room, I smelled it when I left. Gyah.
Not much is going on right now. Put out a couple applications, mailed out some things. Should call the temp agencies again. Stupid temp agencies. Should make a habit of calling them every week, but I'm reluctant to do that till after I get back from the holidays. And I should make a list of things I want to do when I'm in DC, apart from visit the whirlwind of doctors I've been avoiding for the past couple of years. And getting my hair cut, which will be easier to remember with the Supercuts right down the street. Although maybe I should just ... nah.
Been remarkably productive in the last month, and now I suddenly feel... very unproductive. It's like after holiday season, only for me it's after-Nano season. What a let down. I should rework some of my stories and submit them, but I've no idea which ones or to where or... bleh. I don't know. What I'd really like to do is get that stories-to-the-troops idea off the ground, but that wants funding. And I don't know how to fund it.
Yeah, this entry is a collection of randomness. Deal.
I'm oddly enough starting to have my doubts about
natlitcrepro and I'm not sure why. I'm not sure if it's my standard issue inferiority complex talking, or if it really is taking on a sort of... well, for lack of a better term, elitist air to it. I'm not sure why. But there's something. And granted, it's a good idea. I like the idea, I like the idea that my stories are getting constructive criticism. And I know it's a good thing. There's just... a misgiving. A something.Anyway. I do feel so much better since I moved out of that dump. I swear, there was a palpable... mold odor or something. It was posetively gross. And I know there was a stench coming from my ex's room, I smelled it when I left. Gyah.
Not much is going on right now. Put out a couple applications, mailed out some things. Should call the temp agencies again. Stupid temp agencies. Should make a habit of calling them every week, but I'm reluctant to do that till after I get back from the holidays. And I should make a list of things I want to do when I'm in DC, apart from visit the whirlwind of doctors I've been avoiding for the past couple of years. And getting my hair cut, which will be easier to remember with the Supercuts right down the street. Although maybe I should just ... nah.
Been remarkably productive in the last month, and now I suddenly feel... very unproductive. It's like after holiday season, only for me it's after-Nano season. What a let down. I should rework some of my stories and submit them, but I've no idea which ones or to where or... bleh. I don't know. What I'd really like to do is get that stories-to-the-troops idea off the ground, but that wants funding. And I don't know how to fund it.
Yeah, this entry is a collection of randomness. Deal.
