float_on_alright: kill it blast it nuke it from space (nuke it)
I was trying to work on this Wynonna Earp fic (totes Wayhaught of course but a lot of friendship/family drama lol) but I just couldn't organize it today. I made a start on it a month or so ago and it just wasn’t working so I started moving around parts and reworking others and adding to it as I went along. There is another part I need to add in from the original but my brain isn't looking at it right. Part of it is that I’m using the iPad and it’s difficult to do that much copying and pasting. I’m not sure why, exactly. Part of it is possibly the smaller screen of course but I think being able to view things side by side is a huge help when doing that instead of switching back and forth between the documents. I mean I love my iPad and it’s an awesome tool, but sometimes you really do need a computer. Granted, there may be a way to do that on the iPad screen but I think there are other factors as well. 
A lot of it is my brain today. It’s felt disjointed and weird all day. I had a really hard time tracking my sentences and I found myself having to start sentences I say every day over again so I probably sounded like an idiot which is frustrating, especially since our new VP went around introducing himself to everyone. I think I also had pasta sauce on my shirt, but oh well, what can you do? And he was very nice and approachable. The VP we had previously is working as a VP in a different area now. One that I think will be good for her. Not to say she wasn’t good at what she was doing - she was probably one of the best at what she was doing but there was a whole big restructuring and I think they really put her in a good spot. I will be thankful to not have to listen to her 5,382 jangle bracelets as she talks with her hands quite so often. 

It was a weird day in general too. My friend Emily, in the cubicle across from mine, started moving around frantically and saying "Oh no. Oh nooo." And looking like something was lost. I almost got up. I asked her what was wrong and she told me to stay where I was and not to move. I was very confused. She walked away after telling me to stay put and a few moments later one of the other ladies came over with a back scratcher and some tissues. Apparently there was a spider. Emily knows that I feel the same way about spiders that she feels about snakes which is basically pure panic and uncontrollable fear. 
I’m annoyed that I wasn’t able to make more progress on the story but I probably just need a good night’s sleep so I think I’ll go try to get that. 
float_on_alright: claudia wide eyed (claudia the eyes)

I have made a terrible mistake. Well, okay. Maybe I should go with “I have made a very annoying mistake”. I don’t know how I did it but I somehow I managed to over-report how many words I’ve written on the progress form for Writing.com - poopy. I suppose it’s possible that I inadvertently reported the numbers as minutes instead of words? Who knows. So now the question is, do I explain that I’ve messed it up or do I just try to keep up with it? Of course, to keep up with it, I’d have to write 5,589 words by the time I go to bed on Friday which could be a bit of a challenge. That's over 1,000 words a day, and while I have made it to over 1000 words a day on several occasions, I haven’t managed it to do it with any kind of consistency or any more than two days in a row so I don’t know if I can make it. The good news is I have met my goal for the month, and I’m not getting “extra credit” for the overage - so to speak - since you only get credit for whether or not you make your goal. Part of me, though, really wants to try to make it.

It’s just after 10:30 as I write this so and I should go to bed at a decent hour tonight since I have to shower in the morning and not be late since we have corporate people in the office this week. I have my clothes and shoes laid out for tomorrow because I figure it would probably save me time in the morning. It’s not that it should take me long to pull clothes onto my body, but I often don’t have enough brain cells functioning in the morning to make smart choices that early. Sometimes it takes me seven minutes just to work out a shirt and pants combo that doesn’t leave me 1) wearing a black shirt with black pants, 2) wearing a gray shirt with gray pants, 3) wearing a dark blue shirt that - you guessed it - matches several of my blue jeans, or 4) wearing a combination of blue and black or black and brown that should just not happen. It’s better to take that decision off “morning me’s” hands. I should make a habit of this, and maybe that will be a new goal I add to my list of “Kate is going to be an adult …  like really … or at least mostly and I mean it this time” things. 

It can’t hurt me to try. The worst that’s going to happen is that I don’t make it and honestly that’s not a big deal. Or at least, that’s what I’m going to tell myself. 

Do any of you get the daily quote emails from GoodReads? If so, you probably saw this quote a week ago, but it’s been on my mind since they sent it. 
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” ~ Louis L’amour 

This guy wrote over 100 works; I think we have about 35 titles by him at my library branch alone. A lot of his works were short, and I know writers like Nora Roberts (her ‘in death’ series has like 48 titles in it) probably have him beat by now. Regardless, I think the point stands. I’ve been reading a lot about writing, and everything says write every day even if it’s crap (which is comforting). I read that Stephen King writes at least 2000 words a day.  (I would be curious to know who has written more pages: Stephen King or Nora Roberts but that’s another post.) Part of me wants to be like “Oh sure if I didn’t have a full-time job, an hour commute each way, insert other excuses here, I could write 2000 words a day.” 

How can I say that? I have very few responsibilities outside of my job - no spouse, no kids, shit I barely have to take care of my dog. How can I pretend that I don’t have plenty of time? I still have to work at going to bed at a decent hour, so it’s not like I’m committing to getting loads of sleep either. I’ve been spending my time doing what exactly? Well, obviously the last month or so has been different. I have been better at getting decent amounts of sleep, spending time each day writing, and dedicating myself to improving my environment and mind overall. It’s unfathomable how much time I was wasting to Paradise Bay, and there are still a lot of moments when I itch to play those games again. I still have Solitaire and Sudoku on my phone, but only play if I’m also listening to a book or if I’m watching TV with mom since it’s difficult to get anything written or edited while we’re together. That’s okay - I’m not going to criticize myself for spending a couple of hours with my mom though I do try to use at least part of it for something productive.

One of the things that continue to be a bit of a time suck is social media, mostly Facebook which I find odd because it’s one of my least favorite platforms at this point (of the ones that I use), but this too is on my list of “cutting back” items. The idea is just to check and see what things need responses from me and then to maybe post something funny, but I do tend to get sucked into just scrolling endlessly until I realize I have spent thirty minutes doing absolutely nothing. I think I may have to start limiting myself to 15 minutes a day. I may allow myself two sets of 15 minutes for a while because s would be good practice cutting myself off and not getting stuck in the loop. I’ll probably have to use stopwatches to start. 

Speaking of self-improvement, my quest to clean and declutter has migrated to my bathroom. I did a good bit of gutting today. The stacks of stuff are getting RIDICULOUSLY OUT OF HAND, and I filled THREE BAGS OF TRASH TODAY. Okay, it was more like two because some of the stuff was heavy and I didn’t feel the bags would survive the trip to the can outside if I filled them any further, but I think the point stands. I started going through my make up. I made an “airport travel” bag of liquids and a bag of things to replace the things in that bag as they run out. That felt good. I then separated some of my other stuff by lip, eye, foundation, etc. and I did some weeding. I’m going to have to try on nearly every lipstick again to see if I like it then wipe it off with makeup remover so I can try the next one. Needless to say, I decided to put that project off for another day. 

Tomorrow I need to go to the gym and sign my cancellation paperwork. I’m annoyed because I thought my contract was 24 months, but it must have been only 18 months, and I could have gotten out of it a few months ago. At least I didn’t decide to put it off until April or May as I had considered. I haven’t been in at least year. I don’t think I’ve been since before I had my surgery, but I could have gone once or twice after that. It’s a nice gym, but I’m not interested in running/jogging right now. Weight loss wise it didn’t do a lot for me and entertainment wise, I have more fun with the Zumba on my Wii, not to mention that it can be pretty rough on your body in general. I can’t swear to the accuracy, but it is my understanding that no matter how fast you do it, you’re going to burn the same amount of calories for a mile. Granted you can get more miles done in a period if you can do them faster, but I can listen to audiobooks when I walk, and my dog benefits too. Plus, I like walking for the sake of walking sometimes.

I need to get to bed, so I’m going to wind down for the night, but I am hoping I’ll remember to write about my AirPods tomorrow. I just got them today and have been trying them out for the first time.

float_on_alright: procrastination is hard work (procrastination is hard work)

I've been trying to write for about the last 27 minutes, and I have 25 words to show for it. That is not an exaggeration. I think part of my problem is that I'm trying to write an "action" scene of sorts and I don't feel very confident in my ability to write those. I'd like to make it fun but also sound like it's plausible which is the part where my confidence wanes. I'll probably ask for some help on it later, but for now, I need to get some words down so I can go to bed. I've got a big day tomorrow, and there is shit to do at work I'm sure especially since I took last Friday off. I was in good shape before I left on Thursday for the most part, but I have more on my plate this week than last. 

We also have a bunch of corporate people that are going to be in the office, and we've been asked to dress a little more business and a little less casual for the week.  Our managers have gotten very relaxed with our dress code so I can't complain about a week or two here and there where they want us to dress a little nicer. This, of course, means waking up a little earlier than normal and putting more effort into appearances. I have laid out a dress for tomorrow. It's a casual, cute dress but I figure it's probably better than jeans. Tomorrow I'll wear my gray slacks probably. After that, I'm not sure. I'll see what everyone else is doing with the "dress nicer" request and go from there. 

I was thinking earlier today about what I'd written down as my goals for the decluttering adventure and wondering if I'd met those goals. I hadn't had them in front of me while I was working and I couldn't remember what I'd written since it had been more of a free write/sprint write than anything else. 

Here is the list of goals:

1) Anything visible in the room will be something regularly used or visually pleasing. 
2) My bookshelves will be tidy. 
3) I will get rid of at least one piece of furniture. 
4) All my clothes will be hung up or in the dresser. 
5) I will have a reasonable number of shoes that are all at least semi-functional. 
6) There will be nothing piled on the floor with the possible exception of dirty clothes in a hamper or bag. 
7) I will have room to do Zumba. 
8) I will have a designated space for writing or otherwise being creative, and it will be comfortable and inviting space. In this space will only be those things which are creative aids, inspirational, or for comfort. 
9) My room will be relatively easy to dust and vacuum. 
10) I will have a fan I like to help me keep the room cooler. 
11) I will have things on the wall I enjoy and that are empowering.  
12) I will feel good about being in the room and find it peaceful and enjoyable. 

It's amazing that writing out what I wanted, even without having the list in front of me, seems to have helped me. I haven't finished organizing my bookshelf because I haven't picked a flow yet, but it will be quite manageable to organize the books once I've made that choice. My closet is incredible shape, and while there are a lot of shoes in there, it's a much more reasonable amount, and everything is wearable. There's nothing in there that would be likely to break my ankle when I attempt a step. I have my favorite pictures, and baubles set out nicely. They will still be annoying to dust my considering how much of my furniture is no longer packed full of piles of assorted knick-knacks, papers, books, and writing paraphernalia it will be much less difficult to move things around to dust. My floor space is now mostly open so that vacuuming will be easy, and there is lots of room to do Wii Zumba or some other exercise. 

The busted, dust magnet pile of plywood and plastic I called a TV stand is G-O-N-E, and I'm not sure I was ever so thankful to throw something away. That was majorly helpful in opening up space in the room for my speaker/footrest and Zumba. I turned one of my desks into the "entertainment center" which is working out wonderfully. Moving the desk where the entertainment center had been, opened up the area which is now my writing nook. I did end up bringing in my DVD/Blu-ray collection that had mostly been in the loft. However, I got rid of enough of that collection that I was able to fit it on only one set of shelves and a little bit of the entertainment center instead of two or three wracks and a shelf of my plastic tub in the hallway. The stand now fits comfortably in the room and looks nice beside the TV. 

I haven't gotten a new fan yet, but thankfully it hasn't been necessary just yet. When summer gets here, it'll be a little more urgent. I have some awesome stuff to put on my walls, but I haven't been able to do that yet. That may be a job for the summer when mom and I are both home and she can help me. It'll take a good bit of time to get all that worked out. 

The most important part of the list, in my mind, is the last thing on it. I so, so nailed it. 
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float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (must be wed)

Stephenie Meyer (don't judge - she's a nice lady and definitely had the patience of saint considering the 13 years she was putting up with) and Davie Jones (from The Monkees). [Error: unknown template qotd]
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (Universe Making Fun Life/Crews)
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float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (ugh side of ugh)

Enough to bury me for life. 

Seriously. Though, less than people may accrue for say med school. [Error: unknown template qotd]
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (friday the 12th)
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I'm not big on snakes, but I'm petrified by spiders. So I'll take the snakes. Thanks. 
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (Geeky Girl Claudia)
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I don't work for Apple. 

However, I the job I have right now, that I like, I wouldn't have if not for them. 
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (secret agent dean)
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float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (claudia The Eyes)
Dear John, 

This is a terribly awkward letter to write and I hardly know where to begin.

I thought I was in love with you, I mean you are a wonderful man, probably the most wonderful man I've ever met. You're actually the first Good Man, I've ever been with.  

As it turns out, I'm not in love with you, I'm actually in love with your Evil Twin. 

I know this is a probably a bad time to bring this up, but I'd really like to set you up with my Good Twin. Get back to me, I'll give you her number. 

float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (reject your reality sub my own)
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My car's name is Princess. 

What? She told me so! ... 
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (take my advice i'm not using it)
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My car's name is "Princess".

Don't ask me why, that's what she told me. What? You mean your car doesn't talk to you?
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (take my advice i'm not using it)
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My car's name is "Princess".

Don't ask me why, that's what she told me. What? You mean your car doesn't talk to you?
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] retail_daze at Writer's Block: Teenage dream

If you arrived at your front door and saw your first love standing there, what would you do or say?

Submitted By [info]susanreiny21

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Punch him in the balls. He knows why.
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (james lester regret this)
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Punch him in the balls. He knows why.
float_on_alright: daria and jane invite you to join the chorus of the unimpressed (daria unimpressed quote from bnl)
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float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (competitive asshole)
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13 Dead End Drive against my sister. In Clue Junior, they want to know who stole the slice of cake; in 13 Dead End Drive, you attempt to kill off your opponent(s) with things like dropping chandelier's on their heads and pushing them down a flight of stairs. You can move any one on the board, but you've got to be the last one alive when the estate person/detective gets to the door. Seriously, if you haven't played this game, get on it!
float_on_alright: i'm known as actually (competitive asshole)
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13 Dead End Drive against my sister. In Clue Junior, they want to know who stole the slice of cake; in 13 Dead End Drive, you attempt to kill off your opponent(s) with things like dropping chandelier's on their heads and pushing them down a flight of stairs. You can move any one on the board, but you've got to be the last one alive when the estate person/detective gets to the door. Seriously, if you haven't played this game, get on it!
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I don't need six words, only two.

Nathan Fillion. 


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