Jinked

I’m chalking my low mood up to my being at the end of my cycle’s luteal phase.

I read a lot today and edited quite a bit of prose too. Production feels good. That short story I was working on last month, I finally sent the first part to my brother to use in an upcoming zine or publication or something. he has plans; I’m just not sure what they are.

It’s better to just let things go (like stories!) so you can’t dwell on them anymore. Toss it into the ether. If a story is no longer in my possession, I cannot edit it into the ground. It’s better that way, I think. Sort of forces me into a state of peace, or at the very least, a state of begrudging acceptance.

I’m having some trouble with my other writing project though. I’m nearly 14,000 words in, and all I can think is, “Wow, this is whiny and pathetic.” Don’t get me wrong, it’s helping the whole discovery / recovery side of things, but today I could hardly stand to look at it. Crawling under a rock, wishing for it to all go away and maybe write itself is something I’m secretly wishing for. Thanks. I’d really like that, Story. See what you can do for me.

I’m still having dreams though. I think my mind is trying to tell me something.

I found a place to print my business cards, thanks to a guy I know on Twitter. Anyone who thinks Twitter is lame needs a roundhouse kick to the face. He’s saving me cash! Oh, the money-saving power of Twitter.

The people of Northwest Indiana just rock in general.