Yesterday I was very foolish because I was craving a subway sandwich. I went out in the storm though I did dress properly but then discovered that even though I was there I had to use Grubhub. There is one I can walk to but I went for the T, it was an odd mood and then I chose the wrong shop in the app. The wonderful person there helped me out and I got my sandwich and then headed home.
My mood was odd because I'd stayed up all night reading, A Private Gentleman by Heidi Cullinan, a good book and I really need to not read romance novels before bed. They tend to be short enough that I know I can read a lot of them all at once. But they also are written in a way that makes them hard to put down, this one was good, needed some more editing as lots of plot but it worked.
Something I realized yesterday was how familiar this particular darker mood felt and I remembered my last winter in New Zealand when I was trying and failing to write my masters' thesis. Then I basically was stuck at home with brief trips out for walks or to meet with my advisor or do research but mainly not going out much. There was a subway almost next door to my apartment building where I'd often go when I was hungry and didn't want to make something. I was living in a shared apartment with two other people but we didn't connect that much. Also I felt like there was a wall in front of me that I couldn't get over, which ended up being true. I'm much more of a generalist and that thesis taught me a lot about how I work. I was also really homesick then.
This time, I'm in a place where I'm not hitting my head against something I can't do, but I can't control the pandemic and I miss my family a lot. The holidays have become tougher since my sister died because she started to go from sick to really sick at Thanksgiving, then died in February. So being together over the holidays means more. I've been thinking out testing and driving down for the holidays as I apply for jobs and need to figure out unemployment again after working the election. I can't seem to find a good place to find out when to expect to get paid.
In good news, I am writing, doing two Little Bangs for Rebelcaptain and I've started posting one that's getting lots of love. I'll be ready to put the other one up soon. The second one I keep getting in my head more since its a take on Jyn and Cassian having kids, which there a lot of takes on. I'm happy with what I have and its going to only get better. It also is a nice reminder to myself of how far I've come from that year in New Zealand when one of the things that stuck with me for a while was this worry over wordcounts. I started doing Yuletide not long after and that really helped me and my writing has changed. I still mainly write stuff under 1000 words but I know I can do longer too.
My mood was odd because I'd stayed up all night reading, A Private Gentleman by Heidi Cullinan, a good book and I really need to not read romance novels before bed. They tend to be short enough that I know I can read a lot of them all at once. But they also are written in a way that makes them hard to put down, this one was good, needed some more editing as lots of plot but it worked.
Something I realized yesterday was how familiar this particular darker mood felt and I remembered my last winter in New Zealand when I was trying and failing to write my masters' thesis. Then I basically was stuck at home with brief trips out for walks or to meet with my advisor or do research but mainly not going out much. There was a subway almost next door to my apartment building where I'd often go when I was hungry and didn't want to make something. I was living in a shared apartment with two other people but we didn't connect that much. Also I felt like there was a wall in front of me that I couldn't get over, which ended up being true. I'm much more of a generalist and that thesis taught me a lot about how I work. I was also really homesick then.
This time, I'm in a place where I'm not hitting my head against something I can't do, but I can't control the pandemic and I miss my family a lot. The holidays have become tougher since my sister died because she started to go from sick to really sick at Thanksgiving, then died in February. So being together over the holidays means more. I've been thinking out testing and driving down for the holidays as I apply for jobs and need to figure out unemployment again after working the election. I can't seem to find a good place to find out when to expect to get paid.
In good news, I am writing, doing two Little Bangs for Rebelcaptain and I've started posting one that's getting lots of love. I'll be ready to put the other one up soon. The second one I keep getting in my head more since its a take on Jyn and Cassian having kids, which there a lot of takes on. I'm happy with what I have and its going to only get better. It also is a nice reminder to myself of how far I've come from that year in New Zealand when one of the things that stuck with me for a while was this worry over wordcounts. I started doing Yuletide not long after and that really helped me and my writing has changed. I still mainly write stuff under 1000 words but I know I can do longer too.