Aimless and wandering

The wedding quilt still haunts me. I need to clean up my months-idle sewing room, and, in doing so, perhaps sit down and sew a bit. I just keep finding other things to do. Like play endless rounds of Spider Solitaire and watching crap on TV. Very important to a writer, to allow for idle time to let the mind decompress. Yeah, that's it! (Damn those chickens)

I have managed to write some in the past few hours, a couple of small scenes during the break-up period for Valerie and Daniel. Stories from further along in their relationship try to butt in, but I am filing them mentally and/or making notes in the tag end of the document, because I know how I am about remembering Really Good Ideas more than five minutes down the road. My muse is notoriously lazy and not very helpful.

No pretty women or (better yet) scantily-clad men to incite my imagination. Oh no. My muse has to be different. Picture a tiny gargoyle or demon with ragged wings about the size of a guinea pig. What follows is a typical encounter.

"What was that idea I had about the stuff found in the closet? It was really cool and had all sorts of possibilities."
"Huh?"
"I just asked you a question."
"About what?"
"The idea you tortured me with while I was dozing off last night?"
"Oh, I dunno. *yawn* Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"

I think he's a reject from monster-under-the-bed school or something.

At any rate, I have managed a few scenes that take place in the current story, not further down the line. Don't know if I'll make the 100,000 word goal by the tenuous deadline we set on the LOL Lit Forum, but I'm trying. Not really hard, but some effort has been made.

Okay, I'm going back to work...*sigh*

Oh yeah, someone harrass me about finishing my application to UF. It may take me several hours to find the link to my saved application, or they may have deleted it by now. At any rate, someone poke once in awhile. If my work won't pay for work-related schooling (onlince tech school) then they will pay for a work-unrelated English degree. I sure as hell can't afford it.

Crossposted to The Pen Whore

I'm taking the week after my birthday off from work and I am so ready. I may not do a damned thing while I'm off, but that's okay. I'm thinking of a day trip or two, maybe St Augustine because I love the city, maybe head off in a different direction another day, maybe the Okeefenokee Swamp with the camera. I'm hoping it might be a bit cooler by then, but with the heat and humidity the way it has been, the weather may not break before the beginning of November.

Why do I still live in Florida? Oh yeah, my parents. And David's parents. And the fact I'd freeze to death much further north. And I don't know how to drive in the snow (and don't want to have to learn).