I'm still very excited!!
I'm still very excited!!
Weird...I'm fighting a cold and I'm SO overtired but I feel so buzzed!!
And also, extremely satisfied because I've done nothing but read for he past 5 days. It's glorious.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I hate this.
I hate this.
I hate this.
dammed college essay due Monday!
Shall these bones live?
I woke up sick, partly the heater, partly my ravaged lung, and my stomach has settled in the two hours since I cracked the window open and got some hard candy, but I don't think I am strolling out today, even though I need to do things. I am going to try some tea, and then try to work, despite my ailing. I fear the scolding I am going to get from internal medicine for not taking care of myself when I go to get my script later this month, but I sort of can't stand doctors and the brutality, in a way, of their prescriptive models.
Although, in a concession to that model, I did not think these secondary symptoms would destroy my productivity, but they have! In the end though, writers just need to write, so it is time to wind down my holiday spleen, to use an expression. Have a good day peoples.
worried
I hope all is ok ?Originally Posted by motherhubbard
What Are You Crazy!!!
nervous
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
ravenous
Better. The bucket, as I am calling this Jazzy, obeyed, and I got to do what I needed, and for now, I don't feel like posting, which is better still, since maybe I can get some work done even though I'll be damned if I know when I'll sell another manuscript. Posting forums, fun as they might be, can still amount to an over-indulgence.
Determined.
I wish I could do that again. Because I have done it. I know how wonderful it is!
As for me, right now....
Exhausted!!!
agitated
Overworked.
This is just the beginning.
Tired out....
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Am feeling depressed, oppressed, sad, exhausted, defeated, suicidal, everything!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
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