Writerbrain vs. Voice of Unpleasant Reality

This is what it sounds like in my head this morning: Writerbrain: Crap. I only did 1500 words yesterday. That puts me behind schedule for hitting the halfway mark by tomorrow. How can I fix this? Unpleasant Voice of Reality: By writing more. Writerbrain: AHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah right, ok, try another one. Unpleasant Voice of Reality: No, really. That’s what you’re going to have to do. Writerbrain: Pull the other one, it tickles. Unpleasant Voice of Reality: Look, you’re at page 215 or thereabouts. In order to reasonably achieve 250 pages…

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chd strikes again

Didn’t go to the movie yesterday, due to buying too many heavy graphic novels and fruit, none of which I wanted to haul to the movie theatre. This all would have been avoided if I’d just gone to the movie first upon arriving in Cork, but instead I stopped and got my hair cut. This was a week shy of the 6 weeks of Not Doing Anything To My Hair moratorium I’d set, but the ends were very, very dark, and I was growing increasingly unhappy with that, so I…

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small weight update

Unlikely as it seems, despite how very, very badly I’ve eaten the last week, I’m down a pound. I think this is all I’m really going to say about it right now, because it doesn’t appear that stating goals in a public (at least more or less) forum actually makes me stick to them any better, and may in fact be causing me to rebel against them. So just a small weight report this morning. current weight: 158 goal weight: 157

blegh.

I don’t feel good this morning. This is *probably* because I waited too long to eat breakfast, and probably also because the first glass of water I had this morning tasted like soap (I guess the glass hadn’t been rinsed well enough, or something), but it’s all making me want to just go back to bed instead of doing anything productive. Maybe I’ll let myself off the hook and have a write-until-2pm goal instead of a 5K goal. Which means I should get back to it. *sigh*

the words, the words!

This is the problem with writing a book: my daily posts become about nothing else. Although I must say I’m enjoying walking down to Cobh to walk home with Ted after work very much; not only does it get me out of the house for sure, but it gives us some extra time together that we wouldn’t have, ’cause after having had him around for several months I kinda miss him during the day! I have a date with that very fellow this evening, in fact. We’re gonna watch Pirates…

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