So tired this morning. So HUNGRY this morning. And my shoulder is pinchy, so I’m going to prop myself up on the couch and write instead of going to swim right away. Maybe it’ll relax after a couple hours. (I need to learn to sleep on my left side. That would help.) Notes from yesterday’s chat room: general agreement that the difficulty isn’t so much exercising as getting out the front door. It’s so much easier with a gym buddy, somebody who expects you to be there. This week’s challenge,…
Tag: pilates
things.
I got a decent haircut yesterday. It’s essentially this one, except my hair’s not actually that long yet, so mostly what matters is the back got brought up short like that. Except not that short because the hairdressers here apparently have a holy terror of using clippers on a woman’s head. Anyway, it’s better. I’ve reached the stage in the beginning level of Pilates that I just need the list of exercises (helpfully provided in the front of the book) to be able to go through the workout. I don’t…
not really so much with the working
I haven’t started working today and I can’t figure out if it’s a bad sign (ie, the book is still screwed up and what I wrote yesterday is not right, and thus I don’t want to work on it) or if it’s just that I got up a little late and did a rather extensive Pilates set which pushed my work-start-time later than I like it to be and if that has set me off wrong. I *think* it’s the latter, compounded by the impulse, when I sat down at…
I figured it out!
Today I figured out what was wrong with the book! And the best part is, I only have to go back about two and a half chapters to fix it, and most of what I’ve written can be kept, it just needs to be shuffled around and revised a little. It is not impossible that I will finish the book on time! (It’s maybe not likely, because that would be some pretty intensive writing, but it’s not impossible!) The solution? The stakes were, in fact, not high enough. I got…
it’s friday?
Going to Dublin for three days when day one is a Sunday throws off my already not very firm grasp of what day it is even further. I’m completely convinced it’s Tuesday. Fortunately for me, rather than having to find something pithy to say, I can just point you at Laura Anne Gilman, who has made an extremely salient statement about the writing life. Also, one almost always needs the lesser amount of peanut butter one gets out to eat with one’s apple. I invariably think ‘that can’t be enough’…