Just a Sci-Fi Kid Like Me

So I spent half of the day writing the fic I owe avictoriangirl for the gorgeous banner she made me.

Spent the rest of the day listening to Gargoyles on DVD while cleaning the house., It only looks impressive if you knew what it looked like before, but trust me, it's so much neater now. I'm basically trying to not look like the stereotype of an absentminded professor, and, okay, failing more than a little. There...may have been a bookalanche incident or, uh, two.

Anyway. Last night had a lot of fun hanging out in the jim_and_bones Rec Room with tocourtdisaster, anutty1, gadgetorious, and suddenlyswept. We're all working on original fic projects, and we were meant to be Word Warring except we kept getting distracted. But while working today I got some things percolating and I'm feeling ridiculously optimistic about a lot of things.

Not least because Scott's coming for a visit this weekend. *happy bounce*

So.

Also, I'm currently watching The Capt cos it has Keith David in it. ...Looking a lot like his character from The Princess and the Frog? IDEK.

So I spent most of today cleaning and attempting to redecorate to make the house look less--I don't know. It's hard to use the word "empty" when there's still most of our stuff here and all, but a lot of the things that were emphatically "Scott" are either in Atlanta or on the way there right now. So it's sort of like Cait Minus here.

And I'm readjusting to being on my own. Ish. I'm on my own schedule again. I can eat when I like and whatever I like, and if I feel like staying up late (who, me? no!) I can have as many of the lights on and play music and whatever.

And I'll be visiting him in two weeks and he'll be visiting in a month, but. It's weird. Or something.

Nonetheless. I stay up too late and get up early. I'm way more ADD than usual. The cats follow me around constantly like they think I may disappear too, or something.

I think everything will be better when I establish a real routine for myself. I've also come up with several projects to occupy myself with. For instance, I want to make a catalog of my zine collection. For one thing that'll help me for research purposes and for another it appeals to me OCD. And I have a folder of WIPs that need to be finished. (Also? Todd dared me to write a story where the boys die. Ack! I thought about it and figured I could compromise and write a story where they are members of the IRA, cos the Chris Pine pics from The Lieutenant of Inismore are epic, but he said it doesn't count unless they celebrate their love by blowing up babies, which, ew. So maybe not.) And I have a bunch of books and an innocent virgin notebook for my original fic project, and of course there's stuff I need to do for work, cos hey, can has tenure?

And I'm basically frozen in place. Sigh. It just takes time and all. But it sucks.

Still fighting the stupid cold. God bless orange juice.

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I'm trying to get revved up for NaNoWriMo this year. This is the first year I've ever had free time in November (heh) so I'm hoping to have a better-than-average gander at it. I have an 84 page Southdown manuscript I've been working on this fall and want to get some significant work added to it--don't worry, I've noted the number of words thus far, and will only count new content as NaNoWriMo production.

I've been quite depressed the last couple of months, cos hey, major life changes. Not having a job bugs, as does the boringness of Texas. My aunt's death doesn't help either. It takes real effort to get me to be productive--god knows how many emails I owe people I just haven't gotten around to writing because I feel like it will devolve into me whining, and I *hate* whining (contrary proof on this site notwithstanding). When my cold is all better and I won't feel like contagion-on-legs I plan on going to the Starbucks a few blocks away to write.

It's funny, but years ago writing was the easiest thing I could think of. I could sit down at the computer and chuck out pages and pages a day, cheerfully. Now I just feel kinda scared. I remember being good, but now I keep secondguessing myself. Which is admittedly something every writer does, but still, there is terror there there wasn't before. And I am fighting that along with everything else.

I also hope to hear about a job app soon. They said in their materials they would start reviewing applicants on Nov. 1 and boy do I have my fingers crossed.