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Apr. 29th, 2012 12:59 pmSo, I did finish watching Avengers last night, though it took me four hours 'cause I kept pausing it and wandering off. Not that it was boring, just, I have a short attention span. Fun movie! But I'm glad I have the comic books because I think I prefer them.
Also, Dead Isle Chapter Ten is posted. It seems very short, I'm not sure what's up with that.
I was thinking in the shower this morning -- because showers are so boring, oh my god, and you have to take one every day -- about blogging and journal-keeping and the rest. I never really kept a journal until I had a computer I could take with me, not for lack of trying on the parts of various therapists and well-meaning family members. I never have been and probably never will be the kind of person who can sit down and do a chunk about themselves all in one go; I blog scenes from my life or stuff I did, but never all the stuff I did. There's nothing wrong with doing it that way, it's just not something I could ever do, and if posterity does decide I'm somehow historically relevant they're going to think I led a way more interesting life than the reality.
Like, I cook a lot, but I generally only talk about it if something goes hilariously wrong. Also, Awkward Coworker and I talk about a lot of boring crap, you guys just get the funny bits.
I haven't been especially interesting the last few weeks in particular, because I'm not really getting past this cold as fast as I'd like. Plus whenever I'm editing a novel I always feel like it becomes a second job: I go, do my job, come home, and do my other job until (see: cold) I fall asleep at nine o'clock.
On the plus side, it turns out that annoying eyelid twitch was totally caused by exhaustion, and when I get nine hours of sleep a night it magically stops. I'm hoping I won't have to keep that up, because I could be using at least four of those hours to do something productive.
Well. Sort of productive.
I keep thinking only a week or two and I'm in the clear, but these next two weeks that will just plain not be true, and after that I have to go to Vegas for Mum's birthday, and after that comes the traditional Week Of Poverty at the end of the month.
So, June. JUNE IS THE GOAL.
Also, Dead Isle Chapter Ten is posted. It seems very short, I'm not sure what's up with that.
I was thinking in the shower this morning -- because showers are so boring, oh my god, and you have to take one every day -- about blogging and journal-keeping and the rest. I never really kept a journal until I had a computer I could take with me, not for lack of trying on the parts of various therapists and well-meaning family members. I never have been and probably never will be the kind of person who can sit down and do a chunk about themselves all in one go; I blog scenes from my life or stuff I did, but never all the stuff I did. There's nothing wrong with doing it that way, it's just not something I could ever do, and if posterity does decide I'm somehow historically relevant they're going to think I led a way more interesting life than the reality.
Like, I cook a lot, but I generally only talk about it if something goes hilariously wrong. Also, Awkward Coworker and I talk about a lot of boring crap, you guys just get the funny bits.
I haven't been especially interesting the last few weeks in particular, because I'm not really getting past this cold as fast as I'd like. Plus whenever I'm editing a novel I always feel like it becomes a second job: I go, do my job, come home, and do my other job until (see: cold) I fall asleep at nine o'clock.
On the plus side, it turns out that annoying eyelid twitch was totally caused by exhaustion, and when I get nine hours of sleep a night it magically stops. I'm hoping I won't have to keep that up, because I could be using at least four of those hours to do something productive.
Well. Sort of productive.
I keep thinking only a week or two and I'm in the clear, but these next two weeks that will just plain not be true, and after that I have to go to Vegas for Mum's birthday, and after that comes the traditional Week Of Poverty at the end of the month.
So, June. JUNE IS THE GOAL.
