Vas is das?
Mar. 9th, 2008 05:58 pmUgh. I usually don't infect this journal with my real life, but... well, it sucks ass right now and all I can think, in between wrangling my very very very literally insane family and the isolation of the Maine winter with all the work I have to do here... is that I really wish I could just get a goddamn moment of peace to write at all. I do have that right now, for a few days, but I'm so whacked from the stress I'm pretty useless (and drunk).
Sometime tomorrow I'll be useful again. Until I go back to nursemaiding my mother through everyday life. Ugh. I'm too exhausted to even go into it at all. The weather has warmed and lifted enough that... I feel a second wind hitting me, like waking up from a long, uncomfortable sleep.
I especially want to humbly beg Jen's forgiveness for being totally flakey and useless.
Insanity is very time-consuming. Unreliable people that are needfully depended on just make things all that much worse. Getting excuses that are covers for "too high to do anything" when I'm in need, over and over, well... no fun.
But I'm learning to deal with everyday crazy.
Hee.
As far as my stories go:
The second part of A Long Way From Home is only missing one scene and some tweaking;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bradygirl_12 was kind enough to beta it for me recently and get those gears moving, slow as any of my gears are moving these days, and I've almost got myself convinced that the whole thing isn't crap. My faith in my creative self is kinda low right now.
The last sentiment pretty much can apply to the next part of Pirates; I'm scared of Captain Luthor, but other than that, I'm pretty much done with a good chunk. Alexander and his wife are a scary combination.
From Mars, With Love is lost in aborted starts and re-starts. Lots of material with little to show for it. I'm such a bum, but it's still... there. So yeah. Too much metaphysics, too little brainpower.
In an attempt to re-start the muses (which mental stress hasn't much allowed) I've been playing with this weird fic that's basically all of my versions of Wally in my fics being thrown in the standard DCAU all at once. It's been enlightening, especially a far as Mr. West's rage problems go. Batman meets Pirates Wally and being supremely uncomfortable just tickles me as a concept, and has for some time, so yeah.
Low tide is in about a half-hour, and sunset's not long after, so I have to run. Beach-combing in an effort to supplement my income. Hunting for sea glass while half in the bag is a good time, I have to admit.
It's like digging for treasure without the shovel. :D
Sometime tomorrow I'll be useful again. Until I go back to nursemaiding my mother through everyday life. Ugh. I'm too exhausted to even go into it at all. The weather has warmed and lifted enough that... I feel a second wind hitting me, like waking up from a long, uncomfortable sleep.
I especially want to humbly beg Jen's forgiveness for being totally flakey and useless.
Insanity is very time-consuming. Unreliable people that are needfully depended on just make things all that much worse. Getting excuses that are covers for "too high to do anything" when I'm in need, over and over, well... no fun.
But I'm learning to deal with everyday crazy.
Hee.
As far as my stories go:
The second part of A Long Way From Home is only missing one scene and some tweaking;
bradygirl_12 was kind enough to beta it for me recently and get those gears moving, slow as any of my gears are moving these days, and I've almost got myself convinced that the whole thing isn't crap. My faith in my creative self is kinda low right now.The last sentiment pretty much can apply to the next part of Pirates; I'm scared of Captain Luthor, but other than that, I'm pretty much done with a good chunk. Alexander and his wife are a scary combination.
From Mars, With Love is lost in aborted starts and re-starts. Lots of material with little to show for it. I'm such a bum, but it's still... there. So yeah. Too much metaphysics, too little brainpower.
In an attempt to re-start the muses (which mental stress hasn't much allowed) I've been playing with this weird fic that's basically all of my versions of Wally in my fics being thrown in the standard DCAU all at once. It's been enlightening, especially a far as Mr. West's rage problems go. Batman meets Pirates Wally and being supremely uncomfortable just tickles me as a concept, and has for some time, so yeah.
Low tide is in about a half-hour, and sunset's not long after, so I have to run. Beach-combing in an effort to supplement my income. Hunting for sea glass while half in the bag is a good time, I have to admit.
It's like digging for treasure without the shovel. :D