I have done no Quicken tonight.
Rob cleaned the corner of my office which has been heaped with computer parts for years. I can actually see and admire my chair, which was supposed to be my cosy nest but instead was a source of stress and bad vibe, because it always seemed that if I sat on it, I would be attacked by a teetering stack of cannibalized hard drives. I don't know where he stashed the bodies, but it is probably best not to ask. It looks beautiful.
I have just eaten a bowl of plain nonfat yogurt with melted chocolate chips stirred in. Delicious.
Karate went well tonight, but I am still harassed because I don't know yet whether I will be continuing it beyond December.
There is another weekly commitment thingummy that I have to wedge into my schedule. Somewhere. I don't know how, and feel despair at the challenge this will pose for me, but it must be done; health reasons.
I have not written fiction for months.
I have a small stack of requests for book plates on the desk before me. I plan to get them done this weekend.
BeauSoleil is cool. Why do I not have more Cajun Zydeco music in my life?
Rob cleaned the corner of my office which has been heaped with computer parts for years. I can actually see and admire my chair, which was supposed to be my cosy nest but instead was a source of stress and bad vibe, because it always seemed that if I sat on it, I would be attacked by a teetering stack of cannibalized hard drives. I don't know where he stashed the bodies, but it is probably best not to ask. It looks beautiful.
I have just eaten a bowl of plain nonfat yogurt with melted chocolate chips stirred in. Delicious.
Karate went well tonight, but I am still harassed because I don't know yet whether I will be continuing it beyond December.
There is another weekly commitment thingummy that I have to wedge into my schedule. Somewhere. I don't know how, and feel despair at the challenge this will pose for me, but it must be done; health reasons.
I have not written fiction for months.
I have a small stack of requests for book plates on the desk before me. I plan to get them done this weekend.
BeauSoleil is cool. Why do I not have more Cajun Zydeco music in my life?
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 12:18 pm (UTC)A gulf storm blowin' into town tonight.
Living on the delta's quite a show;
They got hurricane parties every time it blows.
But here, up north, it's a cold, cold rain,
And there ain't no cure for my blues today,
Except when the paper says: "Beau Soleil is coming into town."
Baby, let's go down.
Saturday night and the moon is out,
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout,
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat.
When it lifts me up, I'm gonna find my feet.
Out in the middle of a big dance floor,
When I hear that fiddle, wanna dance some more.
Wanna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight."
Everyone needs a little Cajun zydeco. (That's Mary Chapin Carpenter, above, btw.)
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Date: 2005-11-10 12:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 02:39 pm (UTC)I've got "New Orleans St. Patrick's Day" going through my head now....
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Date: 2005-11-10 03:29 pm (UTC)Susan
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Date: 2005-11-10 05:16 pm (UTC)That's excellent progress. Congratulations.
B
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Date: 2005-11-10 09:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 10:13 pm (UTC)I'm sorry to hear that you haven't been able to write for so long. I certainly know that feeling; my personal tragedy has been the source of this drought - depression is the most powerful anti-writing monster around. However, there is hope: I have just lately begun chipping away at it, writing despite how hard things feel. Here's hoping things aren't so hard that you can't return to writing.
Hugs,
Chris