Tuesday
Sep292009
Word of the Day: Streessss
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 at 03:34PM
I'm feeling super stressed today. I'm stressed by what I'm not eating, I'm stressed by jobs, money, and travel. I need a job that pays more money than the one I'm working on now, but whether that's to work in conjunction with or in place of the current job I'm not sure yet. I'm just itching for a change.
Obviously, I'm going to get one--a BIG one--soon. With the surgery. But I still have this unshakable desire to grab my life by the lapels and shake it til it turns blue or til I'm satisfied.
And Loose, which I wrote the first several pages of, is already lacking that can't-help-but-keep-writing feeling that I'm kind of addicted to. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know if the really intimate first person/borderline stream of consciousness narrative is proving hard to direct, or if its the fact that I'm writing about places that really exist but that I haven't been too that's the issue. Something's just not fun about it. Of course, it could be all the other STRESSORS!! that are sucking the fun out of writing suddenly.
One things for sure: no matter how much it will end up costing, Chicago is going to be the best thing ever. I desperately need a change of pace and place, rhythm and routine. Even if I am exhausted for most of it.
I also have one appointment set up with a temping agency this week, and possibly another one TBA. I like the idea of temping, because, lets face it, when its not writing, I don't have a very long attention span for any kind of work. I like to switch it up and play around, and temping might be just the ticket.
::Sigh:: What's new with you?
Obviously, I'm going to get one--a BIG one--soon. With the surgery. But I still have this unshakable desire to grab my life by the lapels and shake it til it turns blue or til I'm satisfied.
And Loose, which I wrote the first several pages of, is already lacking that can't-help-but-keep-writing feeling that I'm kind of addicted to. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know if the really intimate first person/borderline stream of consciousness narrative is proving hard to direct, or if its the fact that I'm writing about places that really exist but that I haven't been too that's the issue. Something's just not fun about it. Of course, it could be all the other STRESSORS!! that are sucking the fun out of writing suddenly.
One things for sure: no matter how much it will end up costing, Chicago is going to be the best thing ever. I desperately need a change of pace and place, rhythm and routine. Even if I am exhausted for most of it.
I also have one appointment set up with a temping agency this week, and possibly another one TBA. I like the idea of temping, because, lets face it, when its not writing, I don't have a very long attention span for any kind of work. I like to switch it up and play around, and temping might be just the ticket.
::Sigh:: What's new with you?
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