Work has kind of been taking over my life. Which sucks.
On the bright side. I've been reading a lot. Devoured the rest of the Hunger Games trilogy in 2 days. It would have been less if I didn't need to go to work.
I haven't been writing, but I've been think-writing, if that makes sense. I can't write at work because in my contract it states that anything I work on during company time, the company owns, and I'm not going to risk that. But on my way to-and-from work, and even while I'm reading, maybe when I'm making dinner, I think of little things.
I should probably be writing them down.
23 June 2011
14 June 2011
Work work work
So most of my time lately has been spent working. The rest? Sleeping. Eating happens too. And in the in-between, I think about what I should be doing. Reading, writing, aikido.
I read David Small's Stitches in one sitting (on the floor of a bookstore) a few weeks ago, and it was phenomenal. I still can't seem to finish Nano; I may have to give up on it, which is sad, but I can't do it. I downloaded 58 books for my Kindle; I started reading some Lovecraft, but I wasn't in the mood; moved to Verne, wasn't much better. :/ In the mood for more contemporary work, so I may go ahead and order the recommended background reading books for my contemporary nonfiction class, and get started with that.
I'd hate to say I'm "stuck" with writing, because there is no such thing as "being stuck".... but I don't know. I haven't really been in the mood to do anything, which is really uncharacteristic of me. I'm always GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO. And now I'm slipping on even my greatest passions. :/ I'm not depressed. Perhaps just lazy. I can't determine if it is justified or not.... but I need to just DO stuff.
Whenever I have to be at work, it kind of kills my motivation for the day. I think I should wake up early and go to the gym, or go when I get out of work, but neither of those things happen. I know I really just need to kick myself in the butt. (And it has occurred to me that this is not the first time I've complained about this... which is not helping my pathetic case.)
The summer is slowly slipping away... I need to make the most of it. :)
I read David Small's Stitches in one sitting (on the floor of a bookstore) a few weeks ago, and it was phenomenal. I still can't seem to finish Nano; I may have to give up on it, which is sad, but I can't do it. I downloaded 58 books for my Kindle; I started reading some Lovecraft, but I wasn't in the mood; moved to Verne, wasn't much better. :/ In the mood for more contemporary work, so I may go ahead and order the recommended background reading books for my contemporary nonfiction class, and get started with that.
I'd hate to say I'm "stuck" with writing, because there is no such thing as "being stuck".... but I don't know. I haven't really been in the mood to do anything, which is really uncharacteristic of me. I'm always GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO. And now I'm slipping on even my greatest passions. :/ I'm not depressed. Perhaps just lazy. I can't determine if it is justified or not.... but I need to just DO stuff.
Whenever I have to be at work, it kind of kills my motivation for the day. I think I should wake up early and go to the gym, or go when I get out of work, but neither of those things happen. I know I really just need to kick myself in the butt. (And it has occurred to me that this is not the first time I've complained about this... which is not helping my pathetic case.)
The summer is slowly slipping away... I need to make the most of it. :)
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