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raybearI passed the Three Week Challenge of writing everyday, actually I finished it last Tuesday, but I kept going. I'm still not writing for very long, but the everyday part is there and it feel good and easy, almost. I mean, its only 20 minutes! Though tonight I was going to do a two hour session in the evening, push myself to start having longer periods to work on longer session, while DYA did her work for a trial tomorrow, but then she said, 'let's do a 4400 marathon instead', and who can argue with that? So she's getting up at 5 am to do her work and I'm thinking, how is this Monday, how is this week going to look for me? Weighing the options, trying to think about what I want to do. And in that moments I decided, I think I will start giving myself Sundays off. Six days a week of writing, one day off. But then I climbed into bed and opened up the laptop and I wrote anyway. Only 15 minutes, not quite a page, but still. So what do I know? Not much apparently. Now I'm writing here too, and it started with a comment in someone else's journal, that was maybe more interesting than anything I can write here at this late hour, but who cares. I'll give the good stuff away, I'm not scared.
On Saturday night, I went to Random House Epic and I saw installations and performance and videos and you know what? It was really, really good. I was kind of astounded at how much I enjoyed myself. I go to a lot of random shows and performances and events, to support my friends and sate my curiosity, and frankly, I consider it a success if 1/3 of the material is enjoyable and the other 2/3 don't insult me in some manner. So to go to an entire event and actually enjoy myself during all of it was pretty astounding. Also, a fire pit is nice. At least until some drunk guy sits in front of you and blocks all the heat while trying to obnoxiously hit on someone. But then I finally ate a tamale, and that helped a little.
I am reading this book that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drinkasyoupour recommended to me about 'dark emotions' and its good stuff, but with some unintended hilarious side effects where I find myself counseling television characters. So when the wife with a secret dark past decided to trade in her hidden rage for a vengeance plan, I'm yelling at the screen like, no, you'll never authentically heal!
On Saturday night, I went to Random House Epic and I saw installations and performance and videos and you know what? It was really, really good. I was kind of astounded at how much I enjoyed myself. I go to a lot of random shows and performances and events, to support my friends and sate my curiosity, and frankly, I consider it a success if 1/3 of the material is enjoyable and the other 2/3 don't insult me in some manner. So to go to an entire event and actually enjoy myself during all of it was pretty astounding. Also, a fire pit is nice. At least until some drunk guy sits in front of you and blocks all the heat while trying to obnoxiously hit on someone. But then I finally ate a tamale, and that helped a little.
I am reading this book that
drinkasyoupour recommended to me about 'dark emotions' and its good stuff, but with some unintended hilarious side effects where I find myself counseling television characters. So when the wife with a secret dark past decided to trade in her hidden rage for a vengeance plan, I'm yelling at the screen like, no, you'll never authentically heal!
