Sorry I've been gone! I've been housesitting, and it takes a surprising amount of time to take care of two dogs. Now I'm home, though, and I feel rather depressed without them. Just on a selfish level, it's nice when someone acts like you're the best thing since Santa Claus every time you walk through the door, throw a toy across the room, or feed them dinner.
Plus they let me hug and pet them all I want.
I haven't been writing, but I've been editing. It's funny, going back and editing old stuff. As I go through all my old stuff, I can definitely see stages. The current novella I'm editing is what I consider my "pre-that" period.
In that I hadn't yet learned you don't need to put quite as many thats as I thought.
I'm feeling discombobulated. I don't do well without something akin to a schedule, despite the impossibility of sticking me on one. Little things keep ruining whole days. Like this morning, I had a dentist appointment. It takes an hour to get there, an hour there, and an hour home. Add in a forty minute lunch, and guess what?
No time to really do anything before I have to teach, and then cook dinner, then an hour or two before bed. DH is still not over jet lag. He keeps falling asleep, which I'm Ms. Selfish for not understanding, but at the same time, I miss him! I want to spend time with him!
I've needed glasses forever. Same with new shoes. And, embarrassingly enough, I'm down to one pair of pants and two pair of presentable jeans. Pitiful, huh? The money is there. But exactly when am I supposed to find the time to shop for clothes? (If DH weren't home, I'd put it off for another couple months. He will drag me to the store, I'm sure, in the next couple days. I hate clothes shopping.)
I think I'm in a non-writing funk.
You know, even when you're not writing, stories swirl in the head. You can't shut them up. And they're so dissatisfying, like endless foreplay and never a climax. They just keep swirling and morphing and, frankly, driving me crazy.
So I'm just feeling too funky to come up with a blog post. I guess this is one, LOL. Are you sorry you read it, yet?
Do you get in a funk if you don't write? Can you explain that? I mean, geeze. And how much time do you spend cleaning every day? Every week? It's kinda insane. It really interrupts all the stuff I'd rather be doing. And it's tiring. And unfulfilling. And makes me whine. And miss blogging.
I haven't touched coffee in two weeks, either. I don't even like coffee, but I can't seem to get perky energy without it. *sigh*
Ya' know, this is pitiful as far as blog posts go, LOL. I will do better tomorrow. Let's talk about something more interesting.
What about you? Tell me what's up with you. That's more interesting.
And got any ideas for my blog this week? I've been sort of dry on things to talk about, it seems.