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dragonlady7We went with the king size bed.
We lay down on one to test it.
I extended my arm as far as it would go. I still had about three feet to go before I could reach Z. "Are you even over there?" I asked, squinting.
I went ahead and ordered a fancy schmancy waterproof, dustmite-proof mattress pad that comes with a guarantee that they'll replace the mattress if it leaks. It was some thing all like terrycloth and not crinkly, so I figured, why not. I will read the fine print to see if it is warranteed against cat pee. Because Chita had better not ruin my new mattress or I will wait until she gets big and then make slippers out of her.
But not if this warranty holds. So for her sake, we'll hope it does.
I had this idea like I was going to blog something all deep and witty. I feel like I haven't been posting. I know I have, but I also know I haven't been posting deep or particularly interesting things. Somehow this summer I've just gone all reclusive and while I have ideas for great entries, I never seem to write them.
I have a feeling that roller derby has something to do with it. I burned out and had this negative association with the whole thing, but it was the only thing in my life that was really healthy and extroverted, and without it, especially after feeling burned-out on it, I have reverted to my old ways of being very introverted and very home-oriented. It's so bad I don't want to leave the house even to go to work, lately, and am always thinking about wanting to be home. It doesn't help that I have an excellent home life at the moment, so it's hard to differentiate from the weird nesting instinct and a perfectly normal desire to be in a place where I am happy and comfortable. Ah well. So I'm hoping getting back into regular exercise and socialization will help me be a bit less weird, and get me normal again. I dunno though. I do have some doubt as to whether I was ever normal. ;)
I'm just so very easily distracted lately, so unable to stay on task and remember goals or even remember incidents clearly. Part of that also may be that I'm not writing, I haven't had any time for it in some time, but I have been doing a little bit of reading, and all this sort of imaginary stuff has built up too.
I just have this overwhelming desire to quit working outside the home and just stay at home trying to finally finish a novel. I know I did that once, though it wasn't so much "quitting" as "being fired", and it wasn't so much "finally finishing" as "flailing for 350,000 words with no idea of narrative structure", and to those who might remind me that it didn't go well, I could respond that, well, it was my first try, and I have a lot more of a clue than I did then. (Also it's not that it didn't go well, so much as I didn't publish anything; I'm not saying I didn't learn a whole fuckton about writing, because I did, and it was a very valuable experience.)
But of course, there it is-- "I tried that and it didn't work" is a huge obstacle to overcome. And everyone says, don't quit your day job.
So I won't. Yet. But I really want to. I reread Vikings Novel today and it's really not all that bad, but I am a better writer now, and the minor detail of having the hero's character so unconventionally yet clearly defined (make him *actually* act Norwegian) will pretty much sort out all the logic and motivation flaws in the first half and, for that matter, the second. All my heroes are Just Plain Old Nice Guys, while I work Really Hard to make my heroines all Complex. I think it's about time I had a more difficult hero. He may be less lovable, but he'll be more memorable than a simple fantasy dude.
I'm also debating whether to make it fantasy rather than historical. I can't decide whether it would lose anything in the transition.
Anyway.
I'm really itching to work on it. But when? I'm remodeling my house. I'm trying to work out in preparation for roller derby starting up again. I'm working full-time. And I'm also resolved to cook more, and keep my house clean. I'm doing all the dishes in the sink every day. I'm doing all the laundry in the hamper every week. I'm vacuuming all the floors weekly. I don't have time to do anything else. I don't have time for writing in my life anymore. But it's the only thing I really want to do for its own sake.
We lay down on one to test it.
I extended my arm as far as it would go. I still had about three feet to go before I could reach Z. "Are you even over there?" I asked, squinting.
I went ahead and ordered a fancy schmancy waterproof, dustmite-proof mattress pad that comes with a guarantee that they'll replace the mattress if it leaks. It was some thing all like terrycloth and not crinkly, so I figured, why not. I will read the fine print to see if it is warranteed against cat pee. Because Chita had better not ruin my new mattress or I will wait until she gets big and then make slippers out of her.
But not if this warranty holds. So for her sake, we'll hope it does.
I had this idea like I was going to blog something all deep and witty. I feel like I haven't been posting. I know I have, but I also know I haven't been posting deep or particularly interesting things. Somehow this summer I've just gone all reclusive and while I have ideas for great entries, I never seem to write them.
I have a feeling that roller derby has something to do with it. I burned out and had this negative association with the whole thing, but it was the only thing in my life that was really healthy and extroverted, and without it, especially after feeling burned-out on it, I have reverted to my old ways of being very introverted and very home-oriented. It's so bad I don't want to leave the house even to go to work, lately, and am always thinking about wanting to be home. It doesn't help that I have an excellent home life at the moment, so it's hard to differentiate from the weird nesting instinct and a perfectly normal desire to be in a place where I am happy and comfortable. Ah well. So I'm hoping getting back into regular exercise and socialization will help me be a bit less weird, and get me normal again. I dunno though. I do have some doubt as to whether I was ever normal. ;)
I'm just so very easily distracted lately, so unable to stay on task and remember goals or even remember incidents clearly. Part of that also may be that I'm not writing, I haven't had any time for it in some time, but I have been doing a little bit of reading, and all this sort of imaginary stuff has built up too.
I just have this overwhelming desire to quit working outside the home and just stay at home trying to finally finish a novel. I know I did that once, though it wasn't so much "quitting" as "being fired", and it wasn't so much "finally finishing" as "flailing for 350,000 words with no idea of narrative structure", and to those who might remind me that it didn't go well, I could respond that, well, it was my first try, and I have a lot more of a clue than I did then. (Also it's not that it didn't go well, so much as I didn't publish anything; I'm not saying I didn't learn a whole fuckton about writing, because I did, and it was a very valuable experience.)
But of course, there it is-- "I tried that and it didn't work" is a huge obstacle to overcome. And everyone says, don't quit your day job.
So I won't. Yet. But I really want to. I reread Vikings Novel today and it's really not all that bad, but I am a better writer now, and the minor detail of having the hero's character so unconventionally yet clearly defined (make him *actually* act Norwegian) will pretty much sort out all the logic and motivation flaws in the first half and, for that matter, the second. All my heroes are Just Plain Old Nice Guys, while I work Really Hard to make my heroines all Complex. I think it's about time I had a more difficult hero. He may be less lovable, but he'll be more memorable than a simple fantasy dude.
I'm also debating whether to make it fantasy rather than historical. I can't decide whether it would lose anything in the transition.
Anyway.
I'm really itching to work on it. But when? I'm remodeling my house. I'm trying to work out in preparation for roller derby starting up again. I'm working full-time. And I'm also resolved to cook more, and keep my house clean. I'm doing all the dishes in the sink every day. I'm doing all the laundry in the hamper every week. I'm vacuuming all the floors weekly. I don't have time to do anything else. I don't have time for writing in my life anymore. But it's the only thing I really want to do for its own sake.
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Date: 2007-09-04 11:36 pm (UTC)What you and I need is a maid. And possibly some lottery winnings.