endless winter
Feb. 26th, 2019 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7that was the other plot point thing of Spinning Silver that I should've mentioned, the bit where the Wicked Faery King Of Winter keeps making there be snowstorms and hard freezes well after winter should have stopped, and it's this ongoing feature of the setting that it's goddamned fucking freezing and spring won't come and won't come and won't come, and there are a lot of vivid descriptions of it being really goddamn cold, and it's a Big Mood for late February when we're supposed to get another 6" of snow tonight and it was eighteen goddamn degrees this morning.
I'm just so tired of the cold. I couldn't feel my hands on the walk home yesterday. I bundled up this morning, and was not overdressed, and walked fast to stay warmer. On the way home, another employee said "oh it's nice out now" and I stepped out the door and realized it was... 22 degrees. I was so tired, though, and listless, that I could not make myself walk fast, and so I was miserably cold by the time I got home, even bundled as I was. I'm just. Tired.
Yeah, it's lighter out now, and the sun was even out when I left work, but no warmth.
I know, soon enough it'll be spring, and then I'll be sorry that I work indoors in a place with no windows, but.
Yesterday I had a brutal headache all day and was actually rather glad for the lack of windows. It was weird; the headache would briefly ease whenever I ate something, but was back again within a quarter hour, even if I ate a lot. Other than that, nothing helped-- not water, not caffeine, not ibuprofen, not taking my glasses off. It was annoying. Fortunately, it did not recur today.
I feel like I've had little to say, and that little all whines, of late. I also am thoroughly stuck now on the Mammoths thing; I reread bits of it, and thought about where I want to go, and I think the real problem is that I'm so tired, currently, that I can't really imagine enjoying much of anything, and so it's impossible for me to think of writing as anything but a chore. So I'm not likely to make much good progress in this state, but I don't know how to get out of it. I want to keep going, I want badly to keep going, but I can't get excited about it, and don't know how to progress.
If only this was fanfiction, I could go look through the tag on Tumblr or something, or reread the canon book, or find someone else's fic to read to get inspired, or get in a long breathless instant messenger discussion about headcanons with someone else who's a fan. But it's an original book, and I'm the only one who has any canon, and the only one who's really got enough information to get excited about it, and I can't get excited about it on my own. Sigh.
Oh, one good thing, though, I did finish the rag quilt-- I added three whole blocks to it, and three half blocks, so that it's a little longer than it is wide, and I dipped into a different plaid for some of the new blocks because I'd used up the pajama pants of the one set, so it's got some darker blue squares along two edges. Now I just have to finish slashing the seam allowances, and then throw it through the wash a couple of times, and voila!
It could use a little more quilting but it won't die if I don't. I'm counting it as "done" anyway, and it's keeping me warm-ish on the couch along with some other things. I'm so cold, I'm so miserably cold. I don't remember what it's like to experience room temperatures. At least I live in an era of central heating.
I'm just so tired of the cold. I couldn't feel my hands on the walk home yesterday. I bundled up this morning, and was not overdressed, and walked fast to stay warmer. On the way home, another employee said "oh it's nice out now" and I stepped out the door and realized it was... 22 degrees. I was so tired, though, and listless, that I could not make myself walk fast, and so I was miserably cold by the time I got home, even bundled as I was. I'm just. Tired.
Yeah, it's lighter out now, and the sun was even out when I left work, but no warmth.
I know, soon enough it'll be spring, and then I'll be sorry that I work indoors in a place with no windows, but.
Yesterday I had a brutal headache all day and was actually rather glad for the lack of windows. It was weird; the headache would briefly ease whenever I ate something, but was back again within a quarter hour, even if I ate a lot. Other than that, nothing helped-- not water, not caffeine, not ibuprofen, not taking my glasses off. It was annoying. Fortunately, it did not recur today.
I feel like I've had little to say, and that little all whines, of late. I also am thoroughly stuck now on the Mammoths thing; I reread bits of it, and thought about where I want to go, and I think the real problem is that I'm so tired, currently, that I can't really imagine enjoying much of anything, and so it's impossible for me to think of writing as anything but a chore. So I'm not likely to make much good progress in this state, but I don't know how to get out of it. I want to keep going, I want badly to keep going, but I can't get excited about it, and don't know how to progress.
If only this was fanfiction, I could go look through the tag on Tumblr or something, or reread the canon book, or find someone else's fic to read to get inspired, or get in a long breathless instant messenger discussion about headcanons with someone else who's a fan. But it's an original book, and I'm the only one who has any canon, and the only one who's really got enough information to get excited about it, and I can't get excited about it on my own. Sigh.
Oh, one good thing, though, I did finish the rag quilt-- I added three whole blocks to it, and three half blocks, so that it's a little longer than it is wide, and I dipped into a different plaid for some of the new blocks because I'd used up the pajama pants of the one set, so it's got some darker blue squares along two edges. Now I just have to finish slashing the seam allowances, and then throw it through the wash a couple of times, and voila!
It could use a little more quilting but it won't die if I don't. I'm counting it as "done" anyway, and it's keeping me warm-ish on the couch along with some other things. I'm so cold, I'm so miserably cold. I don't remember what it's like to experience room temperatures. At least I live in an era of central heating.
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Date: 2019-02-27 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-27 02:19 pm (UTC)I have an earlier attempt at a tied quilt totally unfinished in a bag because like an idiot I was working on it in the summer and it was too hot to sit with. I should dig it out, but it's at the farm somewhere, it got put too thoroughly away.