kind of. . .

Haven’t really fallen off the face of the planet again. Just that whole “I Am Not Sick” mantra failed. Big time. Came down with the sinus infection from hell. Am starting to get better though — actually managed a couple hundred words on the novel tonight. (Hadn’t just been stopped because of being sick — needed another of those “something brilliant happens here” thingies. Finally figured out what it was after doing a bit more research.)

Still searching for that balance, of life and writing and working and goofing off and playing and what not. Not going to be too worried if I don’t find it right now — life’s kind of chaotic at the moment. But I need to work on it. My soul right now can’t taking being on a strict schedule, like I have been. Keep telling myself that though that’s a proven solution to the current problem, it doesn’t have to be the only one. Will find something, make it work. I’m the only one who can provide my happiness, eh?

*random hugs and smooches to one and all*

12 thoughts on “kind of. . .”

  1. Still searching for that balance, of life and writing and working and goofing off and playing and what not.

    When you find it, let me know.

    What everyone else said, too. Give yourself time. You sometimes need it even when you think you don’t. Then again, conscious thought didn’t seem to have much bearing on the process. The soul demands what it will and the brain struggles along in its wake.

    Did I just mix metaphors? Maybe.

    Take care.

  2. Still searching for that balance, of life and writing and working and goofing off and playing and what not.

    When you find it, let me know.

    What everyone else said, too. Give yourself time. You sometimes need it even when you think you don’t. Then again, conscious thought didn’t seem to have much bearing on the process. The soul demands what it will and the brain struggles along in its wake.

    Did I just mix metaphors? Maybe.

    Take care.

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