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I reread the whole of the Lost Kings series posted to date last night, and was rather pleased by it. I kind of made a neat thing, there.
I’m trying to continue it but after having only scratched out maybe a couple of paragraphs I have become paralyzed by just how damn clumsy all of it is. I think tonight is not a night for writing. I just want to read the next bit, I don’t want to write it. Alas.
I wasted a bunch of time Wikipedia-ing about unsolved mysteries but it was notably unsatisfying, they were all things I’d read about before, or things that aren’t really mysteries in a cosmic sense, only mysterious because all the witnesses have died. But it does strike me that in a different mood I’d have been delighted and fascinated by all of those things, so maybe I’m just not in a mood where I like things or, you know, experience pleasure or have my interest piqued, so it is not so terrible that I find my own writing clumsy and unsatisfying today, as I rather suspect there isn’t anything that would actually please me.
Reassuring, in a sort of gray and dim way.
It is bitter cold now, the temperature having fallen throughout the day; we are back in the depths of winter, and it went from a fluffy fairy-tale flurry this morning to small mean icy pellets of snow whipped by fierce gales this evening, and I believe there was sunshine in between but I can’t see the sky or even a reflection of outdoor light from the closet I work in, so I don’t know for sure. I just know it’s miserable now. I got home and shut and locked the door and threw the deadbolt, and turned off the outside light, and dude and I are holed up on separate ends of the couch with the heat up and blankets piled on us. It’s gross out. It’s hunkerin’ season.
I wish I could just spend this weekend asleep. But no. I made myself a to-do list. One of the things on the list is to find some object and coat it entirely in glitter. Something I’ll look at every day. Something I use. I’m still deciding. Rainbow glitter, the whole damn thing, covered in sealant, no shedding. I’ll have a rainbow something or other, see if I don’t.
Hm it’s fifteen degrees. What’s that in C, since I’ve been doing that lately (it seems a good habit to get into)? Ah, -9.4 repeating. Well. Great. I’m glad I don’t have to be outside. Maybe i won’t leave the house for the whole weekend.
I reread the whole of the Lost Kings series posted to date last night, and was rather pleased by it. I kind of made a neat thing, there.
I’m trying to continue it but after having only scratched out maybe a couple of paragraphs I have become paralyzed by just how damn clumsy all of it is. I think tonight is not a night for writing. I just want to read the next bit, I don’t want to write it. Alas.
I wasted a bunch of time Wikipedia-ing about unsolved mysteries but it was notably unsatisfying, they were all things I’d read about before, or things that aren’t really mysteries in a cosmic sense, only mysterious because all the witnesses have died. But it does strike me that in a different mood I’d have been delighted and fascinated by all of those things, so maybe I’m just not in a mood where I like things or, you know, experience pleasure or have my interest piqued, so it is not so terrible that I find my own writing clumsy and unsatisfying today, as I rather suspect there isn’t anything that would actually please me.
Reassuring, in a sort of gray and dim way.
It is bitter cold now, the temperature having fallen throughout the day; we are back in the depths of winter, and it went from a fluffy fairy-tale flurry this morning to small mean icy pellets of snow whipped by fierce gales this evening, and I believe there was sunshine in between but I can’t see the sky or even a reflection of outdoor light from the closet I work in, so I don’t know for sure. I just know it’s miserable now. I got home and shut and locked the door and threw the deadbolt, and turned off the outside light, and dude and I are holed up on separate ends of the couch with the heat up and blankets piled on us. It’s gross out. It’s hunkerin’ season.
I wish I could just spend this weekend asleep. But no. I made myself a to-do list. One of the things on the list is to find some object and coat it entirely in glitter. Something I’ll look at every day. Something I use. I’m still deciding. Rainbow glitter, the whole damn thing, covered in sealant, no shedding. I’ll have a rainbow something or other, see if I don’t.
Hm it’s fifteen degrees. What’s that in C, since I’ve been doing that lately (it seems a good habit to get into)? Ah, -9.4 repeating. Well. Great. I’m glad I don’t have to be outside. Maybe i won’t leave the house for the whole weekend.
