I’ve missed a few writing- and reading-progress posts lately. No excuses. Just an explanation: Life, quite simply, happened. There were happy- and not-so-happy things that led to exhaustion, a near-breakdown, and almost total radio- (read: internet) silence.
I’m a bit better, now. I’m limping along. My frustration tolerance is severely fried. The slightest life setbacks–and there have been at least 2 per day, every day, for the past two weeks now–make me want to curl up into a ball.
But today, not so much. Enough is enough. I’m getting back on the horse. Gotta go the distance, just like Rocky. Although I’m doing it to a laid-back Menahan Street Band groove, rather than the full-on Bill Conti one.
I lugged the laptop-formerly-known-as-my-desktop out to the writing spot. This is the first time in almost three years I haven’t been hunched over a netbook. I gotta say my back and neck feel better for it. If I can just get a new battery for this beast (current battery holds absolutely no charge whatsoever), I might try this more often. The screen is bigger (obviously) and I forgot just how much better the audio sounds. I mention it only because this machine is helping me do something very important right now, namely get a global view of everything I have to catch up with. Increased screen real estate makes that so much easier.
My head’s a jumble right now, and having a mess of open text-files, sticky notes, and mind maps is helping me flush that jumble out of my head and into something I can later organize and act on. Because it’s no use “going the distance” if you don’t even know where you are, let alone where you’re going.