Turtles Move Faster.

'Bout 500 words give or take so far this week. That's it. It's like wading through molasses I swear. What happened to the energy and elation of not that long ago?

I know, I know, at least it's something. Honestly, I'm tired of saying that to myself. I miss the several thousand word frenzies. I miss the joy of writing haze. I miss having something to put on paper. I miss being able to look at what's supposed to be there and just, you know, writing it. I wanted to spend most of my holiday time coming up just writing furiously. I'm not sure how reasonable that is.

I want to enjoy it, but I also have goals in my head regarding it. Time goals. Goals that are not giving me any peace. Goals I cannot put away and just forget about. Even for a little bit. My schedule is starting to make me frustrated. The lack of writing is making me frustrated.

My Head Still Hurts.

If you don't play WoW, ignore this. Instead imagine a magical place where Tacos, Camels and guys named Paco all live in blissful harmony. Happy, er, people doing happy, people things. They laugh and dance and cavort together. Well, they did until they decided to laugh and dance and cavort in the pool and Taco... lets just say Paco and the Camel will miss him...


I WANT to buy the new WoW expansion and play. The want crawls up my spine and does things like whisper in my ear and force me to read forums posts on all the changes and latest spec trends.

I could pointlessly continue to level my enhancement shammy which I love, but isn't generally wanted in raid spots. Especially now that the (mmm death knights *drool*) death knights are out and can tank, out dps me AND replace several of the buffs I was wanted on raids for. And yes, for an undergeared, rarely gets to raid, shammy, I do quite well actually. I'd be practically guaranteed spots in raids and dungeons if I specced resto, but here's the thing. I hate healing. I'm moderately good at it, but I don't enjoy it. I took a class with healing abilities only so I could heal myself because I knew I was likely to end up soloing everything. And I did. WoW has a serious shortage of healers and an even larger shortage of good healers. Tanks and healers are almost always guaranteed a spot, why didn't I roll a tank then, especially since I like tanking? I don't know, because the shaman class sounded fun. And I'd say about half the time it was. I dunno I sort of wish I'd leveled something else. I like my shaman, I like her utility and she's always interesting. No one button mashing here. And after playing a rogue (which I absolutely loved to bits, but this was back when there were too many and again didn’t bring enough utility to raids) I wanted something I thought would be more desired in dungeons and was slightly less squishy and could heal myself. And shamans are desired…as long as you roll resto. Plus I love the Dranei race and they can't be druids. I shoulda been a druid, tanking, healing, stealthin', I could have done it all. I miss stealthin'. Ah well, the though of re-leveling (even a yummy death knight) bores me. I want new content, not to slog through the old again. Not with a new expansion out at least. At least DKs start at 55 instead of first level. This is something…

For now I continue to resist. It'll be a month or so of possible fun, followed by the inevitable frustration of not having a core group of people to play with and run through the content I really want to see.

Please Remove My Head. Thank You.

2 days with a migraine does not a happy me make.

Also, I wish I'd found this sooner.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5-fZKg4Uj4

Very funny if, like me, you were against proposition 8.

I Am Jacks- yes yes I know, quoting Fight Club still after all these years is sad I know

Word count this week was pathetic. Hoping I make up some major words today. Also, trying to figure out the structure of social and ruling hierarchies is driving me crazy. Like, punch a wall crazy. Or should I say attack-wall-vigorously-with-head crazy. I fear this is more accurate. I do not need this right now. Do I? So why won't my brain drop the fucking thing already and let me move on. Does it know something I don't... or just dipping into one of its many tangent/ time-wasters?

Desire to do old-school, cool fantasy story will not leave me be. Cannot do this write now. Haha I think I made a funny, but it's still too terribly early so it could just be stupid. If I had a pen'n'paper to play I could probably get the feeling to ease up. I do not have this. I am grumpy. A steady diet of RPG and writing goodness is vital to my survival. Vitamin RPG deficient? Haha more funnies! Youuu finnnd this fuuuuunnnnnyyyyyyy. *waves Canadian mind control device* My god, I just tried to randomly capitalize the beginning of each of those words for no reason. Too tired. Stopping now before someone gets hurt.

SQUEE!

So stoked! My meeting with the Writer in Residence went awesome. Awe. Some. I haven't been this eager to write in months. Months! I have new techniques and constructive critique to digest. Some of my writers block has been addressed. I now understand what was bothering me and why it was bothering me. I can't stress enough how much of a relief that is. I wrote words today! Shiny, bright new words full of possibility. My creative brain came up with new interesting things (small things, but that was all that was needed for a particular scene). I love that I now have some tools with which to fix things that aren't working in my writing either stylistically or storywise.

Happy, happy, happy.

:)

On Being An Adult

Being an adult means I don't have to eat the peas in my fried rice. Instead, I can flick them off to the side to linger in sorrow till I dump their unwanted green selves into the garbage.
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Dammit, I shouldn't have written it like that. Now I feel bad. :(
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But I'm still not gonna eat them. *folds arms*

Back, sort of

Internet is back finally. Moving has happened. Many boxes still litter the ground like mines eager to snag us. Heater leaked heater fluid all over the floor, wrecking several boxes and requiring much clean up.

It's been way to hectic (and my computer only just got set up late last night) to be doing any real writing. So I've had to content myself with occasionally polishing what does exist during my breaks at work. Better than nothing?

Am cleaning up the first 3k words of story to send off to the local writer in residence. Crossing my fingers this goes well.

So behind on commenting and writing and everything else, I despair of ever catching up.