I've had my bath and come to terms with my latest angst. As before, the silence is broken by the sound of the fan and occasionally my dog trying to find a comfortable spot.What's different now is me. I'm ok with my decision regarding the job - and yes, I'm writing this out of order because I moved away from the job on my birthday, July 7th but am writing to catch up in June.Nevertheless, I have also come to terms that my 100 words writing will forever be out of order and it matters not one bit.
I had been saving each entry in a word document, on a flash, but decided to go free with the upgrades on 100 words.
I’m baffled regarding their counter, so have gone back to writing in a document and then doing the cut and paste. I’ve stopped saving each entry, however – brave or stupid.
Perhaps with the rich text mode as with the other, the breaks are counting as words. I’ve given up trying to figure it out because it’s taking time that could better be used in writing!
I marvel at people who say they have nothing to do or that they're bored. Is there some cosmic difference between them and me or is it the deifinition of boredom that we differ on?I glace around my space and see a myriad of projects - and these are only the superficial ones! They don't touch on larger (or smaller) ones that lay underneath, either in my mind or in a box stashed somewhere or on my unwritten to do list.Our moments are numbered and our activites endless. Pick one, I want to scream - don't waste your precious life.
It's going to rain today. We've had hot weather - very hot with high humidity. It hasn't bothered me. I don't have air conditioning in this house. This old house has central air but little or no insulation. I decided last year to switch to well placed fans rather than incur the high cost of running the system. The external heat pump freezes up when it gets too hot - or in winter too cold. I have spent hundreds and hundreds of electricity dollars on this inefficient system. I am attuned to the variations in temperature. Kinda nice.
Why is it so difficult for me to remember that when nothing comes it's because i don't have music on? Reaching now to click pandora, keeping it simple, remembering the purpose is to provide the backdrop for my writing, not to find the perfect song for my mood. I easily redirect with distractions.
Just the act of opening the music website calms me down and gives me focus. The music hasn't started yet, but i feel it.I haven't used this computer for a week or more for music, not since the job that became no job took me over.
Will it be Bill Evans? Leonard Cohen? Van Morrison? Yesterday, in the agony of indecision, i found Michael's mind da mind, an ambient mix that soothes.
YIKES it's eminem - laughing here - it's not even my pandora! oh god this is funny stuff. Nine inch nails, ludicris, marilyn manson, Tool radio, iron maiden - tooooo funny this!listening now to the lyrics and laughing so hard all jump start writing processes have flown out the window! Interestingly the eminem song is familiar to me because my daughter educated me about the meaning behind the meanings some years ago -