Nur…good writing day but too tired to write much journal-y stuff.
Summary: Yoga good but I opened up that sore hip further than usual, along the joint beside the spine, and it felt like it opened up a well of deep crap, like, beyond primal, and I’ve felt yucky all day. I went for a very short walk, then headed back to the apartment.
I took a hot bath when I got back to try to bake it out, and that helped. Then I wrote for the rest of the day, finally getting back in a groove after the move. I feel like I’ve dropped a bunch of balls between the ADD med shortage and the move. Ehhhh…I got work on the story done and it was good, so I’ll just patch things back together as I can and stop stressing about it in the near-horrified way I usually do. My apologies. I think my nervous system is optimized for times that things go amuck, but such events do tend to drain my ability to handle anything else. I’ll get there.
In the WIP I got two shortish scenes for Mr. Assassin done, and the next scene at the restaurant including the “how we met” story, which I read to Ray. She laughed at all the right parts, said it was adorable, and gave it the Ray stamp of approval. I can’t wait for other people to read it. I mean, I can wait because I want to finish the story first, but I’m excited about it. Meet cute: hiccups. I got right up to the point where I needed to write down the story but had no idea what to say. Ray left the room because she had started hiccuping. IT’S A SIGN, said I, and ran with it.
I made a selfie using Midjourney yesterday by describing myself as I would a character (not using complete sentences, though). Today I used it to illustrate several ideas on the fly, including how I felt about the idea in the prompt. I put “fangirl squee” in one of them. It helped.