Weekend frolics

Wrote over 1100 words today I think, nearly 1000 on one story alone. I'm trying to get it finished for Thursday, and I might even if I can just get my act in gear. But going to the coffee shop actually really helps. I can write regardless of where I am, but if I'm someplace where I have to be good and be quiet, and can't get distracted by everything, I seem to buckle down nicely. Or maybe it's even more complicated than that, and tied in to the fact that if I'm sharing a booth with someone, I can't even fidget, cause I'd distract them (not that people sitting across from me and making 'aha' noises and gloating mostly to themselves while writing is distracting or anything. ;) ) , so I'm good and just work on my computer and write till my little fingers are all sore. But so I suppose I should make a habit of going there more often, esp. if I want to get this story finished in time.

And it's so god awful hot here--I woke up at 10 this morning because I was too warm to stay asleep. Went to the coffee house around 1, came back at 4:30, fell asleep till dinner time (Mongolian bbq), came back here, did nothing. did more nothing, resized all pictures from saturday's party and posted them temporarily for everyone to look at (temporarily because I don't have the web space to keep them up if I want to post any others, and considering that there's going to be a party at lister's next week, I'm guessing I'll want to post others. ), read the two stories I hadn't read at the coffee shop (assuming that I read the right stories, or I'll be passing tomorrow on someone's story.) .

1100 words.

Woohoo! from 1700 to 2800 today. I'm very impressed with myself, and so tired my eyes won't focus anymore. LUckily I ran out of ideas now as well. :)

Change (though not a sea change)

I was talking about change yesterday. See, I want to change my life, but not really enough to do anything about it. So I talk about it from time to time, and think about it, and sometimes even research it. But I don't actually do anything about it. And I'm not sure if it's stagnation, or just that I don't need to change, or that I'm scared of change. But I don't think it's fear, over all. I have friends who are afraid to change, who would get me scolded if I wrote about them because they just are. They're passive, they wait for the world to act upon them instead of seeking the world out and changing it.

I suspect that it's the lack of a need to change. I like my job. I like my coworkers, I like my apartment, I like my neighborhood. Perhaps a little of it is fear that I'll leave and not find any thing quite this cool somewhere else, but it's got to be more than that.