Am having a day. For one thing, I'm hung over, thanks to poker last night at the landlord's, where I drank some he was calling "Scream" which has a lot of Malibu and some vodka in it, and lime juice. Very tasty. Very deadly. And since I didn't remember to take aspirin or drink some water before I passed out last night (although I did remember to make the French toast casserole for breakfast), AND there's a front passing through - yeah, Val is grumpy today.
It's also been about a week since I've had a chance to write anything, which makes me incredibly grumpy. I've been writing school stuff, but that's it, and it's not creative writing, and my Muse is sniping at the bartender and demanding a lot more vodka martinis than he normally does. (For those who don't know, my Muse is a black Siamese cat who smokes like a chimney, sounds like Dean Martin, and drinks vodka martinis. Why, I don't know, but that's what I see.) So tonight, I'm going to do some admin stuff, and then I am settling in to write for at least an hour. At least.
I have a lot of stuff that I need to catch up on this week, not just writing. I'm behind on my edits for S&S. I'm behind on emails. I'm behind on my spring cleaning. I feel like I have nothing but stuff to do and no time to do it. It's just so aggravating.
I know I'm putting most of the pressure on myself. I don't HAVE to do all these things. I have to take care of myself. But, dammit, that's the easies thing to push off.
Meh. I need to write.
It's also been about a week since I've had a chance to write anything, which makes me incredibly grumpy. I've been writing school stuff, but that's it, and it's not creative writing, and my Muse is sniping at the bartender and demanding a lot more vodka martinis than he normally does. (For those who don't know, my Muse is a black Siamese cat who smokes like a chimney, sounds like Dean Martin, and drinks vodka martinis. Why, I don't know, but that's what I see.) So tonight, I'm going to do some admin stuff, and then I am settling in to write for at least an hour. At least.
I have a lot of stuff that I need to catch up on this week, not just writing. I'm behind on my edits for S&S. I'm behind on emails. I'm behind on my spring cleaning. I feel like I have nothing but stuff to do and no time to do it. It's just so aggravating.
I know I'm putting most of the pressure on myself. I don't HAVE to do all these things. I have to take care of myself. But, dammit, that's the easies thing to push off.
Meh. I need to write.