I have to say I haven't gotten the hang of consistency for much longer than a week or two. Perhaps that's why I was such a wage slave for so many years and am just now trying to get away from that and bear some more responsibility for what I can and will do in … Continue reading Building that “anchor point” in my day; or, getting my mental schedule back on track…
I don't know what it is, but I've let so many things slide this week. Things I've absolutely had to do, like coursework and finals (which I'm going to try to take tomorrow, hell or high water), house-cleaning and exercise. I did get quite a bit accomplished outside, I have to admit. I spray-painted my … Continue reading When you’re falling behind, but don’t seem to care…
My brain's been on the back burner the past few days. No matter what I tried to do, it just wasn't going to work. Now, there were things I needed to do--and could, actually--outside, so it wasn't so bad and it wasn't a totally useless weekend. Today was supposed to be different, though. Today I … Continue reading When the mind just doesn’t want to work…
I'm trying to get my writing groove back and stimulate my thinking and imagination. I'm sure that's necessary to get to writing full time and enjoying the hell out of it. But when my own ideas are seemingly blocked, or I'm stuck with trying to figure out which idea I should resurrect first... it's a … Continue reading Don’t underestimate the usefulness of writing prompts… but maybe, don’t go overboard, either.
Once again, the angels of duty and responsibility have reared their heads and declared war on my demons of procrastination. Though in my defense, it wasn't entirely wasted time. I WAS doing necessary and relevant things outside while the weather was good. But damn, this place is a few dust bunnies and dirt clots away … Continue reading Pushing Myself to Clean Better
It's been a hard road to slog through, and I've fallen way behind on some things and barely touched others. My days and evenings have been full of obsessively playing video games, hoping to reach ever-elusive goals. And then, while doing that, making new reading lists for the year (because my files weren't saving right … Continue reading I think I FINALLY managed to bore myself out of my usual procrastination methods…
I had that broken white laundry basket sitting in my living room, getting ever fuller for over a month before tonight. I just spent over two hours trying to organize all the crap that was in it, and a milk crate full of magazines I hadn't had a chance to read or go through yet. … Continue reading Best laid plans, laundry baskets, & files
I had to remind myself of that. So. Damned. Many. Times. Too many. I was feeling tired, worn down, depressed, annoyed, headachy, and just trying to find something--anything--to do. I didn't wanna clean house, and it was a bit hot outside so I didn't take the dogs out right away when I got home. Rather, … Continue reading In spite of everything, we’ve had some crazy beautiful weather out there…
For those who've read here before, you know I generally HATE Sundays. I've hated them because of how some places just aren't open, or close so early, or open so late, and that hour between 2 and 3 just drags on forever. By the time you decide to go somewhere, everybody else has had the … Continue reading Feels like it’s going to be weeks & weeks of Sundays (most of the time).
at least, there's a direction I'm going in. Between trying to clean this place and getting fed up with the rain, I've been trying to install shelves in my office. Yesterday I FINALLY finished them...and have to remind myself that I'd better not buy any more books for a while. One room (almost) down. The … Continue reading The year began pretty blah, but it’s getting somewhere…
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