Fandom should not be the angry place. It should be the happy place.
Knock on wood, I've been writing some noir. I'm several scenes into the next story. Yay. Did I say, "Knock on wood?" Let's mention that again. I have a superstitious spine.
I'm taking a vacation starting tomorrow--hey, tonight, even. Seven business days off; eleven days total. I was kind of queasy and anxious today as I prepared to leave the office, and also after I left--kept worrying about stuff I might have left undone--which made me realize how badly I needed the vacation.
I haven't been reading much fiction this last week, or watching much of anything. I'm bookmarking all sorts of stories for later consumption.
I am drunk tonight and not unhappy about that, as I sit here typing and listening to songs from "Hannah and Her Sisters."
Recently I couldn't write anything in LJ without feeling intensely stupid about it afterwards. I need to stop worrying so much about appearing like a twee, princessy dork, maybe, and relax. Which is insanely difficult to do if you're not drunk.
I'd call myself antisocial at the moment, but it doesn't precisely get at the heart of it.
It's rainy and cool and grey in Seattle. I hope it stays that way for the next eleven days.
ETA: I might not be posting much during my vacation. This may change, but the forecast for now is Anna takes a rest. Sleep, writing, sleep, writing, sleep, french fries, sleep.
