So I had lots more energy today and actually got the downstairs looking nice. The upstairs is a disaster, plain and simple, but a disaster I can live with.
I haven't written at all on my Nano for two days. Shame on me! But I'll probably have some time while my DH is napping, and I plan to be at the write-in at OryCon 30. The finish line is right there. I can almost touch it. But the big welcome home became hugely more important than Nano. I even dreamt about it last night, apologizing for what a pit the place was. My house isn't particularly tidy on the best of days, but in the dream it was ten times worse than usual. Poopyheaded anxiety dreams.
Tonight, if (when!) I get to sleep, I trust that the poopyheaded anxiety dreams will be well at bay. But the dreams I will have will be intense, as they always are when I haven't written in a couple of days. Wish me luck that they don't become nightmares, or even more inventive anxiety dreams.
4 comments:
Why does your subconscious hate you?
I hope you guys enjoy your time together. :) It's sweet to see you're both excited about the vacation.
Okay, verification word is too weird.
comenave There are too many ways my mind is travelling on that one. ;D
Wishing you sweet dreams because I pretty sure that for the next while you won't be getting very much sleep! LOL
Take care!
Heh, I had cophips for a verification word the other day, on a comment about jails and justice no less.
I'm really looking forward to seeing Rory again on so many levels ...
I think my subconscious is a spoiled child. When it doesn't get its way (via me writing to its every whim during the daytime) it throws a subconscious temper tantrum at night. Or maybe it's just entertaining itself by breaking all its toys. Either way, its a strong incentive to write regularly.
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