I got nothing

This feels weird. For the first Saturday in quite some time I haven't been sitting in front of the computer, typing away at some new fic or other (I've been sitting at the computer, reading things other people have done). And there are prompts out there. And things I want to do, but I haven't spent any time playing.

And I have a real paranoia about resting because the last time I took a break from writing, it lasted much longer than I would have liked. MUCH longer.

So I'll take the last 2.75 hours left in my So Cal Saturday and see if I can make something coherent, even if it's just my morning pages (which today will be have to be called something else).

By the way, I've discovered that I hate when the weather in Chicago is nicer than what we have here. 364 days a year it's fine, but hearing about Wrigley Field being full of sunshine when I'm looking out into a rainstorm yesterday (and a temperature somewhere near 50F), made me rather envious.

I got nothing

This feels weird. For the first Saturday in quite some time I haven't been sitting in front of the computer, typing away at some new fic or other (I've been sitting at the computer, reading things other people have done). And there are prompts out there. And things I want to do, but I haven't spent any time playing.

And I have a real paranoia about resting because the last time I took a break from writing, it lasted much longer than I would have liked. MUCH longer.

So I'll take the last 2.75 hours left in my So Cal Saturday and see if I can make something coherent, even if it's just my morning pages (which today will be have to be called something else).

By the way, I've discovered that I hate when the weather in Chicago is nicer than what we have here. 364 days a year it's fine, but hearing about Wrigley Field being full of sunshine when I'm looking out into a rainstorm yesterday (and a temperature somewhere near 50F), made me rather envious.