greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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without a star to cross the seas

First off, I have only a vague idea what a plog is, and I have not intentionally plogged anyone. I know this has something to do with my Amazon Connect page, the blog bit of which I believe is being called a "plog" (as though the web has not already generated enough silly new words). So, I say again, if you think I plogged you, I haven't, and if you're wondering why I haven't plogged you when I apparently plogged someone else, I tell you, I have plogged no one. And I am not responsible for the actions of bots. If someone can explain all this to me, I'd be grateful.

Yesterday, I wrote almost seven hundred words that led me absolutely nowhere. The piece was determined not to serve as a vignette for Sirenia Digest, which means I currently have no use for it. Which means there was not a fifth consecutive productive day. After the writing, things went, as they often do, from bad to worse to worser still. I tried getting away from the iBook and going for a walk, but it didn't help. I tried other things. In the end, I shut myself up inside the bedroom and slept for an hour or so. We didn't get any of Daughter of Hounds read yesterday. It was, in every way, a waste.

I cannot yet say how today will go.

The postman brought me a copy of Sonya Taffe's (sovay) Singing Innconce and Experience, and I read Michael Marshall Smith's story, "Fair Exchange," in Weird Shadows Over Innsmouth, which I liked quite a lot.

Hoping to lift my mood, I watched Terry Gilliam's The Brothers Grimm, which I thought was very good and thoroughly delightful, and Lena Headey's a babe, but I can't say I felt any better afterwards. Same for Project Runway. And a somewhat pointless midnight trek to Kroger that netted me the World's Driest Cinnamon Roll, when I'd only wanted a decent coffee cake. Same for a couple of chapters of Harry Potter.

I suppose I might be grateful that the day was so emotionally consistent, but I'm not. There's too damn much work to be done for these black days. I cannot, in any sense, afford them. And now I'm going to wrap this up. I've realised it's only diminishing my chances that today will be any better than was yesterday.
Tags: sirenia, sour times, wasted days

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