Life Update
Friday, 11 November 2016 11:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lea_hazelI spent a lot of the past week or so falling apart. November began on a good note as the 1st and 2nd were writing days and the beginning of NaNo, which I was apprehensive about. It started well, though, and I'm broadly pleased with my writing and enjoying the characters, and I think I will want to stick it out to the end which is a good thing (even if I don't know what that end will be).
Then Thursday began a little downwards spiral that began with my being behind on collecting prescriptions, needing a blood test and not being able to get one, and a nasty little cold. I fell behind on writing, gradually. The goal is 1667 words a day after all, and my lead was not quite large enough to make up for it. And I "missed" a day of work by staying in to rest, which I planned to make up for by working Tuesday.
Except Wednesday I had a big work deadline, so I ended up working Mon-Tues-Wed-Thur and coming home wiped every day. Tuesday was stressful and Wednesday was a protracted nightmare, where I listened to the same podcast episode over and over, in order to avoid hearing my co-workers have opinions that would make me want to throttle them. There is a reason I avoid talking politics at work, yo. It breeds resentment and damages working relationships.
The cream on this cake was dropping my phone into water on Sunday and having to take it in to be fixed. Or, rather, replaced, since there was of course corrosion on the internal components. I have insurance -- it will only cost half the phone's price -- but this phone was so new and I have no idea why this summer/fall is conspiring against me being able to read trashy fanfic on the bus to work (this week instead I read the first Lumberjanes TPB).
I have been cycling through a cognitive psychologist's nightmare of emotions. That's all I can say on that.
Then last night it was finally Thursday at the end of a pretty stressful work week. On Wednesday night I had tried to comfort myself by distraction and ended up inadvertently breaking my almost 50-day streak on 750words.com. Friends, I assign a preposterous amount of significance to that streak. I have been trying to get a 100-day streak going since I first joined.And when I break streaks I end up not writing, which is bad.
I'm pissed at myself, but last night I employed a little trick by skipping around inside the narrative and managed to recover my muse, I guess I could call it. The plan is to make the most of the weekend and try to open next week on a good -- well-rested, well-stocked, well-organized -- note.
Then Thursday began a little downwards spiral that began with my being behind on collecting prescriptions, needing a blood test and not being able to get one, and a nasty little cold. I fell behind on writing, gradually. The goal is 1667 words a day after all, and my lead was not quite large enough to make up for it. And I "missed" a day of work by staying in to rest, which I planned to make up for by working Tuesday.
Except Wednesday I had a big work deadline, so I ended up working Mon-Tues-Wed-Thur and coming home wiped every day. Tuesday was stressful and Wednesday was a protracted nightmare, where I listened to the same podcast episode over and over, in order to avoid hearing my co-workers have opinions that would make me want to throttle them. There is a reason I avoid talking politics at work, yo. It breeds resentment and damages working relationships.
The cream on this cake was dropping my phone into water on Sunday and having to take it in to be fixed. Or, rather, replaced, since there was of course corrosion on the internal components. I have insurance -- it will only cost half the phone's price -- but this phone was so new and I have no idea why this summer/fall is conspiring against me being able to read trashy fanfic on the bus to work (this week instead I read the first Lumberjanes TPB).
I have been cycling through a cognitive psychologist's nightmare of emotions. That's all I can say on that.
Then last night it was finally Thursday at the end of a pretty stressful work week. On Wednesday night I had tried to comfort myself by distraction and ended up inadvertently breaking my almost 50-day streak on 750words.com. Friends, I assign a preposterous amount of significance to that streak. I have been trying to get a 100-day streak going since I first joined.And when I break streaks I end up not writing, which is bad.
I'm pissed at myself, but last night I employed a little trick by skipping around inside the narrative and managed to recover my muse, I guess I could call it. The plan is to make the most of the weekend and try to open next week on a good -- well-rested, well-stocked, well-organized -- note.
