Done This Week
Oct. 16th, 2022 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksStill churning out an average of 2500 words a day. Still staying up a little too late. Still living my best life.
Every time I think my inspiration is going to fail me and I'm not going to be able to get something written before the day is out, I come through with something. I jump--or more accurately, go for a walk or bang around on a machine for an hour--and my Muse builds me wings on the way down.
Why don't I live like this all the time? (I mean, apart from the burnout and the desire to occasionally read something someone else wrote.) Why did I ever develop the habit of constantly playing podcasts and videos and making NOISE to amuse me when I could let my own brain make noise to amuse me instead?
Real talk, though, I am having to put in some real work all of a sudden to develop redirection strategies for my anxious rumination and thought spirals. We are only allowed to obsessively consider the problems of fictional people that end in kissing. Our own problems, which are partly fictional anyway when you think about it, never, ever end in kissing, and thus are an inherently inferior topic for obsession.
Lewisia: none pieces with left beef, whoops, the week got away from me
Gratitude journaling: 35 new entries
Tumblr queue: 21 posts added
Day job: 42.5 hours
Gardening: succulent club meeting, attended a lecture on soil, compost, and no-till principles, bought more plants and a tree (send help...)
Whumptober: 7 days completed, 7 day posted, 18509 words written
Other: pumpkin patch trip
Every time I think my inspiration is going to fail me and I'm not going to be able to get something written before the day is out, I come through with something. I jump--or more accurately, go for a walk or bang around on a machine for an hour--and my Muse builds me wings on the way down.
Why don't I live like this all the time? (I mean, apart from the burnout and the desire to occasionally read something someone else wrote.) Why did I ever develop the habit of constantly playing podcasts and videos and making NOISE to amuse me when I could let my own brain make noise to amuse me instead?
Real talk, though, I am having to put in some real work all of a sudden to develop redirection strategies for my anxious rumination and thought spirals. We are only allowed to obsessively consider the problems of fictional people that end in kissing. Our own problems, which are partly fictional anyway when you think about it, never, ever end in kissing, and thus are an inherently inferior topic for obsession.
Lewisia: none pieces with left beef, whoops, the week got away from me
Gratitude journaling: 35 new entries
Tumblr queue: 21 posts added
Day job: 42.5 hours
Gardening: succulent club meeting, attended a lecture on soil, compost, and no-till principles, bought more plants and a tree (send help...)
Whumptober: 7 days completed, 7 day posted, 18509 words written
Other: pumpkin patch trip
