Mood swings
Jan. 23rd, 2005 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Earlier today, and most of yesterday, passed very well. I was in a generally good mood. I got a lot of writing done - see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
riddocksdawn if you've got it friended for details. I was considering how to approach the Treeden-overboard chapter. I read quite a bit of "Master and Commander", out of which I wrote down a whole slew of ship vocabulary for insertion into my book. I crocheted a foot or so of lace - I'm about half done now. I spent some time looking up Mesopotamia units online, so as to have some kind of resource - my usual teacher store had absolutely nothing before Egypt, and I didn't like the Egypt or Greece ones.
Now I've got a Sunday-night lethargy coming on. I don't want to stay up, I don't want to sleep, I can't find those ideas for my Treeden scene (they're sitting at the back of my psyche playing hide-and-seek and laughing at me) and I have no real desire to do anything else. If I were well-prepared for school tomorrow, I'd consider calling in sick, but the prep time required to make that happen also requires that I get off my butt right now. Since that isn't likely to happen, I guess I'm going to work tomorrow.
As usually happens at this time of year, I've started making future plans. They include a baby, as they always have, but they also include some plans for the maternity leave that goes with the baby. I intend to have this book done within a couple more months. The goal then is to write a second novel while on mat leave. I may do a sequel to this one, if we've played it at all in that time. I may go back to the other idea I had bumming around in my head two years ago. I got two good chapters and a solid outline done on that, before getting bogged down and giving up. The concept was excellent, but I need to change the narrative approach and take a long, hard look at the voice of it. As it is, it wasn't working for me. There are a few other possibilities sitting, shallow-rooted and vulnerable, in my brain. I don't know if they'll ever be more than literary dandelions, but my brain has enough room to host them right now. The more I dwell on pleasant remote possibilities, the less energy I have for the more immediate, not so nice probabilities, like strikes and workplace discord.
It's amazing how much a mood can swing in a few minutes. I'm ready to think about sleep now. The baby's quiet, though she wasn't pleased at having to say prayers without Daddy and cried for a few minutes after I left. I need to stop calling her the baby. Anyone who can talk in sentences of three to five words most of the time is no longer a baby. I have a feeling I'll be calling her that until the day I have to clarify which baby I mean, though. She'll always be my baby.
Piet said the weather forecast was calling for freezing rain later in the week. I wonder if I dare hope for a snow day. We haven't had one yet, and we're due.
Okay, I'm going to bed now. G'night.
Earlier today, and most of yesterday, passed very well. I was in a generally good mood. I got a lot of writing done - see
riddocksdawn if you've got it friended for details. I was considering how to approach the Treeden-overboard chapter. I read quite a bit of "Master and Commander", out of which I wrote down a whole slew of ship vocabulary for insertion into my book. I crocheted a foot or so of lace - I'm about half done now. I spent some time looking up Mesopotamia units online, so as to have some kind of resource - my usual teacher store had absolutely nothing before Egypt, and I didn't like the Egypt or Greece ones. Now I've got a Sunday-night lethargy coming on. I don't want to stay up, I don't want to sleep, I can't find those ideas for my Treeden scene (they're sitting at the back of my psyche playing hide-and-seek and laughing at me) and I have no real desire to do anything else. If I were well-prepared for school tomorrow, I'd consider calling in sick, but the prep time required to make that happen also requires that I get off my butt right now. Since that isn't likely to happen, I guess I'm going to work tomorrow.
As usually happens at this time of year, I've started making future plans. They include a baby, as they always have, but they also include some plans for the maternity leave that goes with the baby. I intend to have this book done within a couple more months. The goal then is to write a second novel while on mat leave. I may do a sequel to this one, if we've played it at all in that time. I may go back to the other idea I had bumming around in my head two years ago. I got two good chapters and a solid outline done on that, before getting bogged down and giving up. The concept was excellent, but I need to change the narrative approach and take a long, hard look at the voice of it. As it is, it wasn't working for me. There are a few other possibilities sitting, shallow-rooted and vulnerable, in my brain. I don't know if they'll ever be more than literary dandelions, but my brain has enough room to host them right now. The more I dwell on pleasant remote possibilities, the less energy I have for the more immediate, not so nice probabilities, like strikes and workplace discord.
It's amazing how much a mood can swing in a few minutes. I'm ready to think about sleep now. The baby's quiet, though she wasn't pleased at having to say prayers without Daddy and cried for a few minutes after I left. I need to stop calling her the baby. Anyone who can talk in sentences of three to five words most of the time is no longer a baby. I have a feeling I'll be calling her that until the day I have to clarify which baby I mean, though. She'll always be my baby.
Piet said the weather forecast was calling for freezing rain later in the week. I wonder if I dare hope for a snow day. We haven't had one yet, and we're due.
Okay, I'm going to bed now. G'night.