Staying on pace for NaNoWriMo so far, which has me happy.
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In all other things, I am in free fall. There is so much change going on. My personal sitch is a complete 180 from where I was a year ago. I used to scoff at the people who said that when things get better, that can bring its own anxiety.
Sweet Crom and little fishes, forgive me, I take it the fuck back.
My husband made an excellent point. When you're at the bottom, you know where you stand. There's the ground. Sometimes pressed in to your face, but you know where you are. It's very definite.
But when you're in motion...
Are you on your way up? Are you on your way down? Are things going to be better or are you constantly going to be looking down and wondering when you're going to crater? You don't know where you stand anymore.
Now, here's the thing though. I get that the people who survive the motion are the ones who make their soul the ground of their being. You don't have to believe in a soul. Yourself. Whatever. Just, you have to know thyself and be fucking true to it. You don't have that?
Yeah.
Crater city.
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Brief aside for politics: mid-term elections were just bizarre. I think the circus has only *just* come to town. I don't know whether to make popcorn or to stockpile weapons for the coming Zombie Apocalypse. I'll probably do both.
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And today's favorite line from the WIP: "Then you clearly missed the casual cruelty of teenage girls."
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In all other things, I am in free fall. There is so much change going on. My personal sitch is a complete 180 from where I was a year ago. I used to scoff at the people who said that when things get better, that can bring its own anxiety.
Sweet Crom and little fishes, forgive me, I take it the fuck back.
My husband made an excellent point. When you're at the bottom, you know where you stand. There's the ground. Sometimes pressed in to your face, but you know where you are. It's very definite.
But when you're in motion...
Are you on your way up? Are you on your way down? Are things going to be better or are you constantly going to be looking down and wondering when you're going to crater? You don't know where you stand anymore.
Now, here's the thing though. I get that the people who survive the motion are the ones who make their soul the ground of their being. You don't have to believe in a soul. Yourself. Whatever. Just, you have to know thyself and be fucking true to it. You don't have that?
Yeah.
Crater city.
* * *
Brief aside for politics: mid-term elections were just bizarre. I think the circus has only *just* come to town. I don't know whether to make popcorn or to stockpile weapons for the coming Zombie Apocalypse. I'll probably do both.
* * *
And today's favorite line from the WIP: "Then you clearly missed the casual cruelty of teenage girls."