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dragonlady7A lot of thoughts, in words-- a lot of well-composed thoughts that disappear before being set down-- a lot of thinking, indeed too much thinking, and I am unable to express myself.
Last night it got so bad that I actually went out of my way to dig out a DVD to watch. I had not watched a movie or TV show in several months, and felt the need to get outside of myself in a more intellectually-stress-free way than reading yet another book. I've been off the wagon with books for too long and I'm honestly a little tired of reading, but once my thought processes have been pulled into someone else's world, I just can't get the glamor of my own world back.
A viewing of one of the four DVDs in our collection, "The Price Of Milk", a New Zealand magic-realism romantic comedy starring a pre-LOTR Karl Urban and a post-Xena Danielle Cormack, reset my brain somewhat, though not completely. I still hanker after the soundtrack of that movie-- all Rimsky-Korsakov and Rachmaninov and so on. Want.
Had a minor breakthrough, mentally at least, for Barbarians_Novel. Did you know I'm still working on that? Yes, I look at the manuscript every day, read through the last few paragraphs, suck on my fingertip, try to form a coherent thought, and then go do something else. You can tell I'm not writing because I have fingernails over a quarter-inch long beyond the end of my fingertip. Nice white even halfmoons, making me look like an office worker-- unpainted, unmanicured, unfiled, but testifying that I do not work with my hands. I can't type at any speed, on my laptop keyboard, with nails like these. If I were really writing, I'd've bitten them off by now, without noticing.
Sigh.
I just don't have the energy to concisely express myself on any topic worth noting. I found my camera cable; I will post photos of Chita. There are some on my Flickr account, but I don't have the bookmark here at work.
I am missing a camera memory card, as well. It is somewhere. THere are photos on it from the end of the roller derby season. I am trying to care. I think it's sitting in my living room. I have to somehow make myself care enough to bother to find it and my camera cable at the same time.
Just wasnt' interested in the Internet or my computer this weekend, or in trying to explain myself to myself. I might do some writing tonight. If there isn't something else horrid going on. Bleh.
Last night it got so bad that I actually went out of my way to dig out a DVD to watch. I had not watched a movie or TV show in several months, and felt the need to get outside of myself in a more intellectually-stress-free way than reading yet another book. I've been off the wagon with books for too long and I'm honestly a little tired of reading, but once my thought processes have been pulled into someone else's world, I just can't get the glamor of my own world back.
A viewing of one of the four DVDs in our collection, "The Price Of Milk", a New Zealand magic-realism romantic comedy starring a pre-LOTR Karl Urban and a post-Xena Danielle Cormack, reset my brain somewhat, though not completely. I still hanker after the soundtrack of that movie-- all Rimsky-Korsakov and Rachmaninov and so on. Want.
Had a minor breakthrough, mentally at least, for Barbarians_Novel. Did you know I'm still working on that? Yes, I look at the manuscript every day, read through the last few paragraphs, suck on my fingertip, try to form a coherent thought, and then go do something else. You can tell I'm not writing because I have fingernails over a quarter-inch long beyond the end of my fingertip. Nice white even halfmoons, making me look like an office worker-- unpainted, unmanicured, unfiled, but testifying that I do not work with my hands. I can't type at any speed, on my laptop keyboard, with nails like these. If I were really writing, I'd've bitten them off by now, without noticing.
Sigh.
I just don't have the energy to concisely express myself on any topic worth noting. I found my camera cable; I will post photos of Chita. There are some on my Flickr account, but I don't have the bookmark here at work.
I am missing a camera memory card, as well. It is somewhere. THere are photos on it from the end of the roller derby season. I am trying to care. I think it's sitting in my living room. I have to somehow make myself care enough to bother to find it and my camera cable at the same time.
Just wasnt' interested in the Internet or my computer this weekend, or in trying to explain myself to myself. I might do some writing tonight. If there isn't something else horrid going on. Bleh.
