Me, as myself
Jul. 24th, 2003 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demiurgentSo, you're wondering about me, now that I seem to have emerged from the desert.
Well, I'm still just about as busy. However, getting the letter that means the surgery is going to proceed has lifted a huge weight. It seems to have been a lot of what I've been repressing inside. I'd reached a certain... I don't know. Hopelessness over the situation. Two and a half years we've been working on this, and it's only now that we have actual confirmation that something might happen.
That's huge. That's like waiting two and a half years before hearing if you've been accepted to college. And it was seeming like I couldn't make it happen. With that resolved, tension becomes anticipation and I don't have to hold so much back.
Otherwise, I'm still busy. Killer, deeply busy. Work has responded to this by having me come in an hour earlier each day. No, I'm not leaving any earlier, buuuut.... (Though I am. I'm far less concerned about making sure everything is done before I go now. I figure if they want to be sure I come in earlier in the day, they're forfeiting the right to an 8 pm departure time. I'll do an 11 hour day but I won't do a 12. And am less willing to do an 11 if I'm getting up an hour earlier in the morning.)
The cat is good. I am good. And for whatever reason, my poetry is coming out nicely right now. Nicer than Theftworld, which is a hair stalled, but mostly for lack of time. You can write twenty lines of poetry faster than 4000 words of prose.
Of course, writing twenty good lines of poetry is about as hard as writing a chapter. But as a limbering exercise, twenty crappy lines of poetry is simple and pleasurable. Sort of like bachelor cooking.
I'll throw another poem your way, soon.
Well, I'm still just about as busy. However, getting the letter that means the surgery is going to proceed has lifted a huge weight. It seems to have been a lot of what I've been repressing inside. I'd reached a certain... I don't know. Hopelessness over the situation. Two and a half years we've been working on this, and it's only now that we have actual confirmation that something might happen.
That's huge. That's like waiting two and a half years before hearing if you've been accepted to college. And it was seeming like I couldn't make it happen. With that resolved, tension becomes anticipation and I don't have to hold so much back.
Otherwise, I'm still busy. Killer, deeply busy. Work has responded to this by having me come in an hour earlier each day. No, I'm not leaving any earlier, buuuut.... (Though I am. I'm far less concerned about making sure everything is done before I go now. I figure if they want to be sure I come in earlier in the day, they're forfeiting the right to an 8 pm departure time. I'll do an 11 hour day but I won't do a 12. And am less willing to do an 11 if I'm getting up an hour earlier in the morning.)
The cat is good. I am good. And for whatever reason, my poetry is coming out nicely right now. Nicer than Theftworld, which is a hair stalled, but mostly for lack of time. You can write twenty lines of poetry faster than 4000 words of prose.
Of course, writing twenty good lines of poetry is about as hard as writing a chapter. But as a limbering exercise, twenty crappy lines of poetry is simple and pleasurable. Sort of like bachelor cooking.
I'll throw another poem your way, soon.
And we ate like kings!
Date: 2003-07-24 01:58 pm (UTC)Mmmmmmmm. Bachelor caserole.
And remember...Worf says "EAT YOUR VEGGIES!!!!"
Ah, memories.
A.