Eesh... there it is
Nov. 19th, 2008 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeYep.
It's November and I'm working night shift and now I'm in a slump. Not a huge one, and nothing that a few weeks of regular sleeping patterns won't fix. I slept just long enough to not be able to make it to Hurley's for Hump Night. If the cleaning lady didn't come every single damned time I'm on night shift, I might make it, but I need a minimum of six hours of sleep to be functional, so.
I am being completely irrational. It seems as though all my friends are getting tons of writing done, and I've barely put pen to paper for a year. So Shithead is having a field day with me. ("Why bother? It's not like you write for a living. Your writing sucked anyway, and now you don't even have the discipline to sit down and write properly. You may as well throw in the towel now and call it good while you still have some dignity.")
Oy, vey.
I am being very, very melodramatic. *pastes back of hand to forehead*
May as well disable the comments here and put it behind a cut. No one likes a pity party. Sorry, nothing to see here, move along.
It's November and I'm working night shift and now I'm in a slump. Not a huge one, and nothing that a few weeks of regular sleeping patterns won't fix. I slept just long enough to not be able to make it to Hurley's for Hump Night. If the cleaning lady didn't come every single damned time I'm on night shift, I might make it, but I need a minimum of six hours of sleep to be functional, so.
I am being completely irrational. It seems as though all my friends are getting tons of writing done, and I've barely put pen to paper for a year. So Shithead is having a field day with me. ("Why bother? It's not like you write for a living. Your writing sucked anyway, and now you don't even have the discipline to sit down and write properly. You may as well throw in the towel now and call it good while you still have some dignity.")
Oy, vey.
I am being very, very melodramatic. *pastes back of hand to forehead*
May as well disable the comments here and put it behind a cut. No one likes a pity party. Sorry, nothing to see here, move along.
