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dragonlady7I am, for some reason, unfocused today.
I've been doing well at work all week, being productive and getting things done and so on and so forth. And yet, when my job satisfaction is at its highest, I am oddly bedeviled by an intense and renewed desire to have some time off, to stay home, to spend my days cleaning the house, putting my life in order, performing mundane tasks around the house, and of course writing. I have such vivid desires I actually doodled myself a schedule of how to fill my days if I were unemployed. I do not know what it is. I know I could have any job in the world at the moment and I would still be beseiged by these daydreams and dissatisfaction. I just don't want to be working, at the moment-- not outside my house. I really don't understand it. I don't want to be lazy-- I don't want to sleep, or waste time. I don't have any daydreams of lying around doing nothing. No. I want to work, but I just don't want to work for someone else. At least, not in their place. I just want to be at home.
Weird.
Also I really want to be writing. I've been writing more than since I started this job, lately-- nothing worth noting, by my standards of ridiculousness, but a few words a day and a lot of coherent thoughts.
Somewhat related, it suddenly struck me, just this week, what's wrong with that Vikings_Novel I could never quite finish. What is it?
The characters are all Norsemen, right? Vikings. Norse. Norwegians.
I know Norwegians.
Norwegians aren't that nice.
I got all these freakishly good-natured Vikings, all friendly and weirdly concerned for the heroine's well-being, and just, nice.
Norwegians aren't nice. I know Norwegians.
I love Norwegians.
But they're not going to kiss your boo-boos and make them better. Not if they just met you. Man you gotta know them for like a year* before they're gonna be anything other than formally polite with you. They will carefully abide by the unwritten and subtle laws of hospitality and all, and do everything that's right and polite and good, but they're not going to make a judgment on whether you're a person worth befriending or not for a good year or so. And once they've made the decision, it still ain't exactly instantaneous.
You might call them "reserved".
I think they're awesome and think maybe I'm secretly Norwegian myself, a little bit. It just makes sense.
But they're not going to fall in love with somebody at first sight either.
Man now I got to fix my whole book. The hero is this "Norwegian" dude who's totally, like, Texan or something. No way. The book is not going to work. Unless I change every mention of "Viking" to "cowboy".
Hm, that might be easier...
And in other news, Z is IMing me from work to say that he thinks he's coming down with something. He's even sending me :(s, which is no good. Man now I gotta make soup and batten down the hatches, cuz I'll probably get sick too. Bleagh.
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*Note: this is probably an exaggeration.
I've been doing well at work all week, being productive and getting things done and so on and so forth. And yet, when my job satisfaction is at its highest, I am oddly bedeviled by an intense and renewed desire to have some time off, to stay home, to spend my days cleaning the house, putting my life in order, performing mundane tasks around the house, and of course writing. I have such vivid desires I actually doodled myself a schedule of how to fill my days if I were unemployed. I do not know what it is. I know I could have any job in the world at the moment and I would still be beseiged by these daydreams and dissatisfaction. I just don't want to be working, at the moment-- not outside my house. I really don't understand it. I don't want to be lazy-- I don't want to sleep, or waste time. I don't have any daydreams of lying around doing nothing. No. I want to work, but I just don't want to work for someone else. At least, not in their place. I just want to be at home.
Weird.
Also I really want to be writing. I've been writing more than since I started this job, lately-- nothing worth noting, by my standards of ridiculousness, but a few words a day and a lot of coherent thoughts.
Somewhat related, it suddenly struck me, just this week, what's wrong with that Vikings_Novel I could never quite finish. What is it?
The characters are all Norsemen, right? Vikings. Norse. Norwegians.
I know Norwegians.
Norwegians aren't that nice.
I got all these freakishly good-natured Vikings, all friendly and weirdly concerned for the heroine's well-being, and just, nice.
Norwegians aren't nice. I know Norwegians.
I love Norwegians.
But they're not going to kiss your boo-boos and make them better. Not if they just met you. Man you gotta know them for like a year* before they're gonna be anything other than formally polite with you. They will carefully abide by the unwritten and subtle laws of hospitality and all, and do everything that's right and polite and good, but they're not going to make a judgment on whether you're a person worth befriending or not for a good year or so. And once they've made the decision, it still ain't exactly instantaneous.
You might call them "reserved".
I think they're awesome and think maybe I'm secretly Norwegian myself, a little bit. It just makes sense.
But they're not going to fall in love with somebody at first sight either.
Man now I got to fix my whole book. The hero is this "Norwegian" dude who's totally, like, Texan or something. No way. The book is not going to work. Unless I change every mention of "Viking" to "cowboy".
Hm, that might be easier...
And in other news, Z is IMing me from work to say that he thinks he's coming down with something. He's even sending me :(s, which is no good. Man now I gotta make soup and batten down the hatches, cuz I'll probably get sick too. Bleagh.
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*Note: this is probably an exaggeration.
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Date: 2007-08-29 07:45 pm (UTC)/Eva
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Date: 2007-08-29 07:49 pm (UTC)My experience is probably different.
Oh, I was talking to my [Norwegian, hence the timing of this revelation] cousin, and he was describing this girl he's sort-of-seeing, and said, "And she's Swedish..." And I said, "Oh, is that a strike against?"
"Oh, no," he said, "it's actually in the plus column."
He hates Danes though. ;)
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Date: 2007-08-29 08:19 pm (UTC)/Eva