Finally, finally . . . I pushed through yesterday. ”Pushed through what?” you say. That is a good questions.
For some reason yesterday was a whole bunch of feeling like there was nothing happening. It wasn’t quiet The Zombie Walk, where everything seems to pass by while you’re in this daze; no, it was more like things weren’t interesting. That things were on hold. I was there to watch things unfold around me, and not much else.
But I broke up the routine a bit going home. I stopped off for dinner–though I shouldn’t have eaten what I did, because I felt totally bloated afterwards–then did something else last night that got me out of The Undisclosed Location. It didn’t have me out for a long time, but it was out. It was something a little different, and it was good.
When I got back to the casa, I ended up chatting with a couple of people that I hadn’t seen in a while. While I was doing that, I hit YouTube and started playing song that, in some cases, I hadn’t heard in a while. A couple of the songs brought back memories that I also hasn’t shared in a while, and that actually brought a smile to my face.
And then it came time to write.
Last night it wasn’t that I didn’t want to write, but damned if my fingers didn’t want to comply. I was having a lot of trouble typing, having to go back and fix words, and for a while it was driving me crazy. It’s been like that for a while, and it’s something that doesn’t make me want to really enjoy writing, let me tell ya.
But I went at it. And though I was getting tired–which probably played a part in why I couldn’t get the fingers to move the way I needed them to move–I ended up with 765 words, and Part Eight of Diners at the Memory’s End edged forward a little more.
I got them through the game; I got them back into the main cabin; I got them ready to watch a dying star. Now what?
Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?
After all the feelings yesterday that I was bogging down and going nowhere fast, that I was burning a candle at way more than both ends, today I feel a lot more refreshed and reinvigorated. It’s not just the coffee, either: it’s good, but not that good. I’ve made way better than this . . .
It’s more the feeling that things are moving forward. Believe it when I say that something happened yesterday that sort of solidified where I’m going. While it didn’t seem that way at first, it felt like it after I had a change to review in retrospect. Part of it is my writing; part of it is just life in general. Of late it’s felt like there’s been a huge amount of Debbie Downer bullshit hanging around and polluting my aura. But that only happens if I let it continue. This morning . . . I got better things to do.
Like it or not, something changed on 25 June, 2012. Nothing left to do but ride this whirlwind and see where it takes me.