One Leg in the Stirrups
Oct. 17th, 2005 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Back to work today. I'm wheezing almost constantly, and my energy is starting to flag pretty hard. Think I'll have a cup of coffee for that last little push.
The goal is to clear all the books I need to shelve by the time I leave here tonight. It's a pretty high goal considering I've missed nearly a week of work and I'm still not up to full speed, but I'd feel a *lot* better about my situation if I can pull it off. I'm going to get a wisdom tooth pulled tomorrow, so I'll miss another day and a half to make sure I don't bleed on any customers. Oh yes, this is the best month ever. :)
There's been a tremendous fog in my brain for the past few weeks, and now that it's lifted I am reminded how much a creature of habit I am. If I'm unable to do something in my little routine, my whole day feels a little bit off. This tends to accumulate, little by little, until I'm not doing a single thing that I've set out to do and I'm wondering why my conscience is poking me none too subtly in the back of the head to get off my duff and do something.
It's for this reason I've been tremendously distracted as of late. Well...that and being ill for two weeks. :) I haven't written a single word creatively since the beginning of the month, and now my muse is screaming at me to pick up. One would think that with all the time off I had last week I would have been able to bang something out, but instead I was bumming around on-line, reading this or that inconsequential thing but not retaining any of it, feeling spiritually worse and worse. I'm trying not to be too hard on myself, but even still, I feel like I wasted a good opportunity last week, and now I'm back in the thick of things from an impromptu 'vacation' with nothing to show for it.
I also realize how much lamenting the situation gets old, so instead of lamenting I'll just have to do something about it. The poetry will have to be pushed back until November (maybe I could set a goal of a poem a day, to hang with all of my NaNoWriMo buddies), and the rest of the month will be pretty much getting ready for Oklacon, writing up the D+D game for a proper run, and dusting off all of the old ideas I've shelved this year to see which ones I should take a stab at ("Salvation"? "Love in War"?). In the meantime, I should cut back being on-line for a bit, and use the excuse to get better about e-mail.
There's just so much I want to do.
The goal is to clear all the books I need to shelve by the time I leave here tonight. It's a pretty high goal considering I've missed nearly a week of work and I'm still not up to full speed, but I'd feel a *lot* better about my situation if I can pull it off. I'm going to get a wisdom tooth pulled tomorrow, so I'll miss another day and a half to make sure I don't bleed on any customers. Oh yes, this is the best month ever. :)
There's been a tremendous fog in my brain for the past few weeks, and now that it's lifted I am reminded how much a creature of habit I am. If I'm unable to do something in my little routine, my whole day feels a little bit off. This tends to accumulate, little by little, until I'm not doing a single thing that I've set out to do and I'm wondering why my conscience is poking me none too subtly in the back of the head to get off my duff and do something.
It's for this reason I've been tremendously distracted as of late. Well...that and being ill for two weeks. :) I haven't written a single word creatively since the beginning of the month, and now my muse is screaming at me to pick up. One would think that with all the time off I had last week I would have been able to bang something out, but instead I was bumming around on-line, reading this or that inconsequential thing but not retaining any of it, feeling spiritually worse and worse. I'm trying not to be too hard on myself, but even still, I feel like I wasted a good opportunity last week, and now I'm back in the thick of things from an impromptu 'vacation' with nothing to show for it.
I also realize how much lamenting the situation gets old, so instead of lamenting I'll just have to do something about it. The poetry will have to be pushed back until November (maybe I could set a goal of a poem a day, to hang with all of my NaNoWriMo buddies), and the rest of the month will be pretty much getting ready for Oklacon, writing up the D+D game for a proper run, and dusting off all of the old ideas I've shelved this year to see which ones I should take a stab at ("Salvation"? "Love in War"?). In the meantime, I should cut back being on-line for a bit, and use the excuse to get better about e-mail.
There's just so much I want to do.
