This morning was rough–I was feeling very disconnected–but good news: I can get my ADD meds tomorrow. I was trying to tell myself that I was doing relatively fine, but yesterday I was running on empty and it took a while for the rationed dose to kick in this morning again. My regrets as a […]
Yesterday: mostly crashed, post-move. Got up in the morning because someone was shouting outside the front door.–There goes the peaceful streak. I’ve had my share of shouting matches, just not at five a.m. Got up, did yoga, went for a walk. It was deeply foggy, dark and dreary, which is exactly the sort of thing
Updates! Ray and I are out of the AirBnB and in the new apartment in Tampa. We are walking distance to Busch Gardens, although we’ve not been there. The apartment complex is pleasantly scummy, with the friendliest office folks I’ve ever met, and everyone I’ve seen here has been nice. I’m sure there will be
Yesterday, the characters in the current scene–all I was trying to do was wrap up the scene, I swear–went off the rails at the last second in a way I didn’t expect but will make the thing I’ve been promising (a visit to the one character’s extended family) more fun to write. Okay! Slight replan!
Midjourney AI, best practices I messed up sharing some of the Midjourney posts on Instagram, resulting in multiple copies on FB. I’m just gonna leave the duplicates. Current best guess on how to use Midjourney: 1. Don’t expect perfect, or even reasonable, control. Allow for happy accidents a la Bob Ross. 2. The order you
As almost always after a good bitch, I feel better today. Still moving slower, still not pushing hard, still losing track of time. Ray and I are moving into our new apartment on Friday if everything goes well, and I want to take it easy until then, I think. It’s gray and rainy and wonderful
This morning I ran out of go juice and took ADD meds. I still don’t have replacements, so I’m stretching them as far as I can. I got up and couldn’t function, took a med, went outside for yoga, started doing yoga, and broke down and cried. I had no idea why at first, then
Writers venting destructively about writing. Rant follows. Sometimes I see meme-type (not personal) posts venting about writing on my feed that are fucking stupid and worse than unhelpful, outright destructive of writerly sanity and joy. I’ve learned to leave those posts alone. I can’t make the people sharing these things stop hurting themselves through the
This morning was more taking notes on the sidewalk than it was pics. I’ll jump to the notes because my brain is like, go directly to notes, do not pass go! –Short story collection title or subtitle: Songs of Love and Corruption. –Cameras see haze better than human eyes and minds do; we filter it
Slept well, slept a little later than usual, got started even later, so it was hot! And humid. There’s sweaty, dripping with sweat, and “this shirt is noticeably heavier due to sweat content.” I did a bunch of yoga this morning; the one character I was hanging out with the other day kept nagging me
