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Saying everything and nothing
May. 6th, 2009 09:56 amThe good:
I just learned there's a new version of Pride and Prejudice with zombies! Just might motivate me to go on a bookstore excursion.
I also just learned that Kaiser Cartel, the lovely indie rock band I discovered at Summerfest last year, is playing a show here in Chicago next Tuesday. I love them so much I'm going to go even if it means attending by myself.
Whist walking from the train to my office this morning, I was greeted by the sight of hundreds of tulips, probably my favorite flower, in all the city-owned planters. They were blooming in brilliant colors, and it made my heart happy.
I made some important plot breakthroughs in my novel during Monday's writing session, and even though they related to scenes that happen much later in the story and I might not get to them for a while, the fact that I finally figured out a way to connect a certain sequence of events reassured me that I can figure this thing out if I keep plugging away.
The bad:
My kitchen sink plumbing sucks. And it looks like the demo work that I averted in 2008 is going to need to be done to figure out what's wrong with the stupid pipes. I do not like the idea of having holes knocked in my walls, especially since the guys doing it don't have drywall skills in their arsenal.
I've been very emo this week. Probably reached the peak of doom and gloom yesterday after learning the plumbing news, but something pushed my sensitivity button well before that, and I've been all down on myself ever since. I'm trying to trust that it will pass, just like it always does, and attribute it partially to a monthly hormone imbalance, but it's no fun being me in the meantime.
I have so much novel writing to do and not enough time and energy to do it!
I've started making some headway in Breaking Dawn, the last book in the Twilight series. This in itself is not bad, but I know I probably shouldn't be filling my head with images of romance that are not only impossibly unrealistic, but also pretty damn unhealthy.
The ugly:
The smell coming from the break room.
I just learned there's a new version of Pride and Prejudice with zombies! Just might motivate me to go on a bookstore excursion.
I also just learned that Kaiser Cartel, the lovely indie rock band I discovered at Summerfest last year, is playing a show here in Chicago next Tuesday. I love them so much I'm going to go even if it means attending by myself.
Whist walking from the train to my office this morning, I was greeted by the sight of hundreds of tulips, probably my favorite flower, in all the city-owned planters. They were blooming in brilliant colors, and it made my heart happy.
I made some important plot breakthroughs in my novel during Monday's writing session, and even though they related to scenes that happen much later in the story and I might not get to them for a while, the fact that I finally figured out a way to connect a certain sequence of events reassured me that I can figure this thing out if I keep plugging away.
The bad:
My kitchen sink plumbing sucks. And it looks like the demo work that I averted in 2008 is going to need to be done to figure out what's wrong with the stupid pipes. I do not like the idea of having holes knocked in my walls, especially since the guys doing it don't have drywall skills in their arsenal.
I've been very emo this week. Probably reached the peak of doom and gloom yesterday after learning the plumbing news, but something pushed my sensitivity button well before that, and I've been all down on myself ever since. I'm trying to trust that it will pass, just like it always does, and attribute it partially to a monthly hormone imbalance, but it's no fun being me in the meantime.
I have so much novel writing to do and not enough time and energy to do it!
I've started making some headway in Breaking Dawn, the last book in the Twilight series. This in itself is not bad, but I know I probably shouldn't be filling my head with images of romance that are not only impossibly unrealistic, but also pretty damn unhealthy.
The ugly:
The smell coming from the break room.
