Damn you, sleeplessness...
Dec. 18th, 2010 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raptureofthemoonToday, I: finished my holiday shopping (which is good, because we're having Xmas at my parents tomorrow), re-supplied the cats with necessities, picked up some minor groceries, made potato soup, and gave a thorough proof and edit--followed by formatting and skill highlighting suggestions--of my aunt's resume. (And it still feels really odd to me to have an older family member coming to me for job seeking advice. It makes me realize my age. Well, not just my age, there are accomplishments in there as well. But, you know. I'm 27. I still feel about 16 on most days... On bad days, I'm about 12.)
And now I'm sitting here, sipping Twining's Yuletide Toddy, catching the replay of the local news, and contemplating the mind whirls of my characters and characters that are not and will never be mine (alas).
Despite all this pondering, I haven't written much of anything lately. A few sentences here. A creepy, obsessive, stalkerish Sylar/Mohinder fanfic there. (God, that was two weeks ago already...)
With work still molasses-slow and my not hearing anything about the proposal for which we were supposed to have a decision this week, I'm thinking we've pretty much sailed into dire straits now...
I may still have a job by the time New Year rolls around. But I don't know for how much longer after that.
And with the miasma this kind of information creates, it's really hard to concentrate much on words. Any words. Though I have slightly better luck when the words are in something for which I can receive pretty quick gratification (hence the creepy fanfic).
I've been sitting here staring at the screen for the last few minutes, writing nothing. That means I've lost whatever train of thought I had and it's time to shut up and move on to indulging my brain with something pretty.
And now I'm sitting here, sipping Twining's Yuletide Toddy, catching the replay of the local news, and contemplating the mind whirls of my characters and characters that are not and will never be mine (alas).
Despite all this pondering, I haven't written much of anything lately. A few sentences here. A creepy, obsessive, stalkerish Sylar/Mohinder fanfic there. (God, that was two weeks ago already...)
With work still molasses-slow and my not hearing anything about the proposal for which we were supposed to have a decision this week, I'm thinking we've pretty much sailed into dire straits now...
I may still have a job by the time New Year rolls around. But I don't know for how much longer after that.
And with the miasma this kind of information creates, it's really hard to concentrate much on words. Any words. Though I have slightly better luck when the words are in something for which I can receive pretty quick gratification (hence the creepy fanfic).
I've been sitting here staring at the screen for the last few minutes, writing nothing. That means I've lost whatever train of thought I had and it's time to shut up and move on to indulging my brain with something pretty.