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The hours in a day don't ever change, but suddenly I feel more able to create and engage in things. Or, anyway, I'm more active. I attribute this to having more energy, I guess. If you're listless, you might have a number of things you'd like to do, but you can't bring yourself to do them, and they're not that interesting anyhow. That's probably depression acting on you.<1>
There's a semi-weekly game session and I play cards on the weekends, and I have a number of creative projects I've been working on. When I'm not doing that, I don't feel bad about just playing video games or whatever, but what I feel like I'm getting at is that being busier seems to have made me more capable of feeling and acting creatively.
In the past, a number of people have informed me that they do their best work when they're depressed or 'crazy' and they couldn't fathom why I neither could nor, really, do much of anything in particular at all. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what they mean by 'depressed' or 'crazy', and I was never particularly impressed by those people's work anyhow. If I were to hazard a guess, they were never particularly astute judges of human character. It's not in me to make sweeping judgments about their worth, I just mean that I've always found it hard to do find anything particularly worthwhile when I'm feeling down, and I think I can also say that eating a bag full of Laffy Taffy and drinking a 2 liter of Mt. Dew does not constitute 'crazy' so much as 'unhealthy' or, if you prefer, 'candidate for diabetes'.
This is really getting off the point. I'm still taking notes and making determinations about plot for my writing. I'm fascinated by the concept, the tone, the direction, the protagonist, and much of the rest. I know what feels true to the concept, but I don't have a strong idea of how it's going to be implemented. I also don't know exactly how I want to frame the ending. There is a potent temptation for just starting writing and seeing where that goes, but I've done that enough to know that it's just going to go off a cliff. It has never worked for me.
I also want some jasmine scented candles, and nobody seems to have any. I'd go to a candle store, but, uh, I don't know where one is nearby. I don't like downtown Bellevue, but that was the only place I remember seeing a candle store at. Likewise, there doesn't seem to be a good stationary store around. Hmph.
<1> And by 'you', I basically mean 'me', I guess.
There's a semi-weekly game session and I play cards on the weekends, and I have a number of creative projects I've been working on. When I'm not doing that, I don't feel bad about just playing video games or whatever, but what I feel like I'm getting at is that being busier seems to have made me more capable of feeling and acting creatively.
In the past, a number of people have informed me that they do their best work when they're depressed or 'crazy' and they couldn't fathom why I neither could nor, really, do much of anything in particular at all. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what they mean by 'depressed' or 'crazy', and I was never particularly impressed by those people's work anyhow. If I were to hazard a guess, they were never particularly astute judges of human character. It's not in me to make sweeping judgments about their worth, I just mean that I've always found it hard to do find anything particularly worthwhile when I'm feeling down, and I think I can also say that eating a bag full of Laffy Taffy and drinking a 2 liter of Mt. Dew does not constitute 'crazy' so much as 'unhealthy' or, if you prefer, 'candidate for diabetes'.
This is really getting off the point. I'm still taking notes and making determinations about plot for my writing. I'm fascinated by the concept, the tone, the direction, the protagonist, and much of the rest. I know what feels true to the concept, but I don't have a strong idea of how it's going to be implemented. I also don't know exactly how I want to frame the ending. There is a potent temptation for just starting writing and seeing where that goes, but I've done that enough to know that it's just going to go off a cliff. It has never worked for me.
I also want some jasmine scented candles, and nobody seems to have any. I'd go to a candle store, but, uh, I don't know where one is nearby. I don't like downtown Bellevue, but that was the only place I remember seeing a candle store at. Likewise, there doesn't seem to be a good stationary store around. Hmph.
<1> And by 'you', I basically mean 'me', I guess.
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