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I seem to be...writing
Feb. 8th, 2013 08:08 pmI've been writing these days.
I blame FBF, who is apparently one of two people on Earth who can use cheap psychological tricks on me that I can totally see through and that still work anyway. So yeah, now I just need some brainpan voodoo on the fitness front and I'll have shaken the rest of this winter hibernation.
It's been a winter of circling around the mental drain and using all my will not to drop headfirst into the compelling funnel of water. There is no truth down there. Yes, yes, you feel old and fat and reclusive and like you haven't ever accomplished anything and none of those conclusions are real because it's the dark winter after a really stressful couple of years. You made it to goal. It's okay to curl up in your pajamas and shiver for a while. I'm not good at relaxing though. The best I often accomplish is a kind of self-loathing paralysis on the verge of action. I can't even write about relaxing without using a verb like 'accomplish'.
In other news, I've been going through Terry Pratchett novels like individually-wrapped slices of of crack. I'd been skirting around his work because so many folks had recommended him, and I thought either I'd hate it and then have to figure out why* or I'd love it and wind up gibbering in the gutter with Pratchett tracks up and down my damn arms [pushes sleeves down over wrists].
*I hate spending time analyzing art I don't enjoy, it's like trying to figure out exactly what someone's halitosis smells like. Literature classes have always felt like water torture when you're thirsty.
Also, I'm crocheting Daleks in size 10 thread. As my first actual crochet project. Because February apparently skews your sense of what is or isn't an insane project to tackle. But they're nearly done and turning out far more adorable than I'd dared to hope. Unless they're hideously malformed badminton birdies. I dunno, I've been looking at them so close up I can't tell--pretty much the same issue I've been having with my writing, except it doesn't stop my hands with the hook the same way it does with the keys.
I blame FBF, who is apparently one of two people on Earth who can use cheap psychological tricks on me that I can totally see through and that still work anyway. So yeah, now I just need some brainpan voodoo on the fitness front and I'll have shaken the rest of this winter hibernation.
It's been a winter of circling around the mental drain and using all my will not to drop headfirst into the compelling funnel of water. There is no truth down there. Yes, yes, you feel old and fat and reclusive and like you haven't ever accomplished anything and none of those conclusions are real because it's the dark winter after a really stressful couple of years. You made it to goal. It's okay to curl up in your pajamas and shiver for a while. I'm not good at relaxing though. The best I often accomplish is a kind of self-loathing paralysis on the verge of action. I can't even write about relaxing without using a verb like 'accomplish'.
In other news, I've been going through Terry Pratchett novels like individually-wrapped slices of of crack. I'd been skirting around his work because so many folks had recommended him, and I thought either I'd hate it and then have to figure out why* or I'd love it and wind up gibbering in the gutter with Pratchett tracks up and down my damn arms [pushes sleeves down over wrists].
*I hate spending time analyzing art I don't enjoy, it's like trying to figure out exactly what someone's halitosis smells like. Literature classes have always felt like water torture when you're thirsty.
Also, I'm crocheting Daleks in size 10 thread. As my first actual crochet project. Because February apparently skews your sense of what is or isn't an insane project to tackle. But they're nearly done and turning out far more adorable than I'd dared to hope. Unless they're hideously malformed badminton birdies. I dunno, I've been looking at them so close up I can't tell--pretty much the same issue I've been having with my writing, except it doesn't stop my hands with the hook the same way it does with the keys.
