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Stuff and nonsense
Jan. 28th, 2009 11:17 am* So, A left an amused comment on one of my Facebook statuses yesterday, leading me to believe he either doesn't know B is pissed at him or they worked it out. Left a message for A after writing group saying I needed to speak to him, but he hasn't been in touch, leading me to believe he is either busy or he has talked to B and is now pissed at me. *sigh*
* Last night was an amazing night at writing group. Managed to write around 900 words at group, then another thousand at home. Hit a point where the slow, initial section of "this is the world and these are the people and I have to demonstrate how nothing is really happening for the character, which is what motivates the BIG CHANGE (TM) that is about to happen" is over and I'm getting to the meat of the story. Cumulative word total for the novel: 17,418
* I was thinking yesterday on my way back from my CT scan appointment that my cancer diagnosis was 9 years ago. Kind of brought me up short. That's a big chunk of my life and it feels odd to have lived so long with this and the after effects. Follow up appointment is next Tuesday, the first since I officially passed the five year mark. Smidgen of nerves re: test results, but mostly calm.
* I miss having a best friend. I've had various best friends through the years, that one person you hang out with all the time and call late at night when you're bummed about boys or your weight or your grey pubic hair. That default person you can do stuff with. But they fall away as they get in to relationships and they get a new default person. Do middle aged people still have best friends that aren't spouses?
* I am slightly dismayed by the number of people I know who are on some form of medication. Not that I begrudge anyone their anti-depressant or pain pill or whatever, but it makes me sad that we are becoming a culture that needs artificial enhancement to function. I mean, I'd be pretty miserable without my Celebrex every day. But, I wonder if we are being over medicated? Or if we're just finally able to address things that people have always just suffered through in the past? Or, worse, has our environment changed so much that our biochemistry is being rewritten, necessitating more and more medication.
* Snowing again. W00t. In that non w00t sort of way. I am also disturbed by the ferocity of the winter storms in recent years. Mother Nature is pissed at us. In a big way. And I can't say I blame her.
C'est tout pour moi. Happy Hump Day everybody
* Last night was an amazing night at writing group. Managed to write around 900 words at group, then another thousand at home. Hit a point where the slow, initial section of "this is the world and these are the people and I have to demonstrate how nothing is really happening for the character, which is what motivates the BIG CHANGE (TM) that is about to happen" is over and I'm getting to the meat of the story. Cumulative word total for the novel: 17,418
* I was thinking yesterday on my way back from my CT scan appointment that my cancer diagnosis was 9 years ago. Kind of brought me up short. That's a big chunk of my life and it feels odd to have lived so long with this and the after effects. Follow up appointment is next Tuesday, the first since I officially passed the five year mark. Smidgen of nerves re: test results, but mostly calm.
* I miss having a best friend. I've had various best friends through the years, that one person you hang out with all the time and call late at night when you're bummed about boys or your weight or your grey pubic hair. That default person you can do stuff with. But they fall away as they get in to relationships and they get a new default person. Do middle aged people still have best friends that aren't spouses?
* I am slightly dismayed by the number of people I know who are on some form of medication. Not that I begrudge anyone their anti-depressant or pain pill or whatever, but it makes me sad that we are becoming a culture that needs artificial enhancement to function. I mean, I'd be pretty miserable without my Celebrex every day. But, I wonder if we are being over medicated? Or if we're just finally able to address things that people have always just suffered through in the past? Or, worse, has our environment changed so much that our biochemistry is being rewritten, necessitating more and more medication.
* Snowing again. W00t. In that non w00t sort of way. I am also disturbed by the ferocity of the winter storms in recent years. Mother Nature is pissed at us. In a big way. And I can't say I blame her.
C'est tout pour moi. Happy Hump Day everybody