Real talk time: I’m not in a super happy place right now.
No, there’s nothing wrong. Nothing I can point to and say “this is why I feel the way I do”. No obvious trauma or event that would leave me blue. Things are going well for me…and yet yesterday I found myself crying in the shower for no particular reason at all.
I could tally all the insults, slight or otherwise, that I think are combining to make me sad right now: I’m stressed about finding a job, I’m spending a lot of the day by myself with not much interaction, it’s the holiday season and for various reasons at the moment my extended family is more upsetting than not. My country elected a reality TV charlatan as its president and every time I turn on the TV the new administration looks more autocratic. I’m getting frustrated with the novel again; it’s not going well. I’m behind on some other things that are ‘optional’ but important to me. And the little voice in my head which I am coming to understand is my old friend Anxiety seizes on those little insults and blows them all out of proportion. Continue reading
Along with the (relatively) recent popularity of health/fitness trackers like Fitbit and Jawbone has come the general advice that one should try to walk 10,000 steps a day. (That’s about 5 miles, or 1 hr 30 mins of walking at my pace).
Given that I’m not taking ballet class regularly at the moment (during the year it was too expensive to take more than one class a week, when I was used to it being free, and now that the academic year is over the classes have stopped), I’ve been trying to work 10,000 steps into my daily routine.
Let me tell you: it’s been great. Continue reading
Sugar and spice, and all things nice:
That’s what little girls are made of.
Toads, and snails, and puppy dog’s tails:
That’s what little boys are made of.
Like most nursery rhymes, that one’s a bit grim, and gender essentialist to boot. But I’m not here to conduct an analysis of gender roles in 19th century children’s songs, actually; what I want to talk about is this:
What are grownups made of? Continue reading
So many of our cultural narratives tell us to “go for it” — to “follow our dreams”, to “reach for the stars”, to overachieve. “Anything worth doing,” we are told, “is worth doing well.” Right?
WRONG. Continue reading
I’m taking a momentary break from reading a book about anthropologists while drinking tea out of a mug with a skeleton on it — and if that’s not simultaneously the most English, academic, bioanth thing I’ve ever done I’ll eat my hat — to let you all know what I’ve been up to.
Short answer? Working.
Sometimes life sucks, and sometimes your supervisor wants drafts five months in advance, and sometimes you don’t have the energy to blog when you’re consumed with thoughts of the Neolithic Demographic Transition and its implications for health.
And when I’m not working, I’ve been trying to be a good social primate and interact with actual humans instead of hiding in my room and doing solitary things (like blogging).
This sounds like complaining – it’s not! I’m having a fabulous time. (Mostly). But I am very busy.
In terms of writing, I’ve re-plotted Act III and am currently teasing out a couple of tricky scenes. Progress is slow (funny how school will do that), but we’ll get there eventually.
And now, before it gets cold, to return to my tea.
Good morning from England!
No, wait, good afternoon.
But I’ve only been awake for three hours.
In any case, yes, I am extremely jetlagged. Also exhausted from the physical act of travelling, which I did for many, many hours over the past two days. All of which means that I am not coherent enough to write a post about anything.
I plan to put something tomorrow or Wednesday in addition to the scheduled Friday Fiction, and it will probably be about British Christmas. So keep an eye out for that.
In the meantime, I’m off to find some lunch.
As you’ve no doubt noticed, the blog has been on a bit of a hiatus! I originally thought this would be just one week so I didn’t bother posting anything; as it’s turning into two I thought I should probably let my vast legions of readers (*cough*) know what’s going on 🙂
I’ve been pretty much totally occupied with paperwork for my upcoming overseas adventure (stay tuned for more information), and also with an important presentation at work. This week I have to do some visa-related things (biometrics, passport photos, etc.) which will have me running all over the damn city, leaving…not so much energy for blogging.
So. I’m definitely going to take the rest of this week off. The next upcoming Friday Fiction is scheduled to be a Bell, Book, and Candle entry. That requires a little more work than just a flashfic, so I may or may not be mentally prepared for that this coming Friday, and there may or may not be a post. In any case, we will definitely resume regular blogging starting Monday the 24th.
Thank you for your patience!
I had another post planned for today, but this story was too good not to share. A little bit of Memorial Day heroism, courtesy of yours truly… Continue reading
I’ve gotten a pretty good rhythm going over this Winter Break of mine. I’ve got a lot of momentum going. I’ve struck of good balance of creative work (rewarding, but drains the energies) and recharging (unproductive, but necessary).
Tomorrow, I go back to school.
And suddenly it’s a whole new ballgame – I have to juggle classes with schoolwork with writing with reading if I have the time (haha, no) and you can forget about television or movies or lazing about.
How? How do I find that balance?
I’m not sure that I really expect an answer, since this is something, as far as I can tell, that everyone struggles with. But it’s a pain to think about.
On the bright side, I’m taking a lot of fun classes this semester (my LAST SEMESTER HOLY CRAP WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE) so at least I should enjoy myself as my writing schedule goes down the toilet…
I’m still around! Exams, you know. Terrible things.
What I’m up to:
I’ve got a good 2k and change written so far, plus some scribblings in my notebook that are only half coherent because I was sick and also on jury duty (fun times, let me tell you). The plan going forward is:
- Finish scene 2 this weekend
- Write the rest of this bugger
- One final pass for all the bits I left in brackets instead of writing
- I inflict my Masterpiece upon those unfortunate enough to want to read it
- And then I suppose I edit
- And then perhaps I shall serialize it on the blog
Poking along, very very slowly. I think I’m having perfectionist fears with this one. I have to keep telling myself I’ll never become a better writer if I don’t practice. Silly me.
It’s summer! So in theory I have time to update this thing. In practice, not so much, but I’ll give it a shot. Coming soon to a post near you:
- Why I keep reading (and disliking) Holly Lisle books
- Indie Author spotlight: MCA Hogarth
- Updates on my writing, assuming I actually put hands to the keyboard and write something
- At least one more installment of Black Swans (hopefuly more)
- I don’t know? You tell me. What do you want to see here?
MCATs, Jury Duty, BookCon, running around the city with my camera and a roll of film, cleaning the house. Some good things, some bad. The usual.