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Apologies if this post is a little ramble-y. It’s here pretty much as it came out of my brain.
I’ve officially been unemployed for too long. The days have started blurring together. I have volunteering, so I’m not completely without structure. I have something to do on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at set times. I have a carpool schedule with Peter for now, which entails leaving the house at a certain time each day. But once that’s done, once I’ve dropped Peter off and/or finished my volunteering hours, I just have a huge stretch sitting in front of me. Time, one of those things I’ve always wanted. And I’m not sure what to do with it.
Part of it is my chronic tiredness, which I believe I’ve mentioned before. I don’t sleep well, especially lately, which makes any downtime I get feel like nap time. Sometimes I resist, sometimes I don’t. Usually, when I don’t, I just feel worse. But that doesn’t stop me from making the choice to “flop down for just a minute,” even though I know how that ends.
It’s not like I don’t have projects I could be working on. My novel rewrite’s coming along well, but it’s not done yet. Which should make it a prime candidate to get done. But I’ve found I’ve gotten weirdly picky about where I work on it. I want to be in the right “mood,” even though I think that mood might just be “oh hey I started writing.” I haven’t figured out how to bootstrap into it. Continue reading







