I worry that I am not living my most fabulous life, that I am not realising my full potential in terms of living vibrantly every moment. I had a bath at 7.30 pm with the apartment ranch sliders open to the street outside and Tori blaring on the stereo. (Not to worry, no one could see my nakedness from the street.)
I then oovled around the apartment being mopey for a bit (Lee was out at quiz night) and then forced myself to write some more of my current book. It's amazing how just sitting down and bloody doing it really works. Even if I only have a vague idea of what to write next such as this evening "The next two days passed by in a blur" can turn into many pages of interesting character flip outs and tangental imaginings of cataclysm. And there was some plot development too. Mustn't forget the plot. Overall I wrote longhand for over an hour (with wrist resting breaks) and I am feeling good about myself again. I do feel guilty when I go for days without writing, which is good, because it seems to mean I'll pick it up again.
I am excited about having our housewarming on Saturday and may now write a list of good foods to buy/make for the partay.
I bought a tank top from Icing. It is gorgeous, and I can't wait to wear it. I also bought little girl hairclips in pink and red and purple-with-cupcakes.
Earlier today, the sweeping generalisations in this article pissed me off:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/4458880a11.html
But my workmate J uploaded photos of the D*vice party I attended on Friday night and included the videos we made of us all doing our Dawson Crying Face impressions. Hilarious stuff.
Posted by jenni at April 1, 2008 09:48 PM