blissmorgan

It is a not-so-terrible state of affairs when I find myself having to choose between reading a snail-mail letter from afar while drinking my coffee, or catching up on the comments on my posts. Given the portability of the letter, I opted for the latter.

I'll do the former while on break at work, which is a long day today, and will be capped by taking a drive with SALM to play Ingress (remember Ingress? We only recently got into it.) and to hit the hot tub at the Y for a soak. Except I just remembered that it is Thursday - I think they close it for cleaning on Thursday.

Dangit, I was looking forward to that soak. Perhaps I shall go tomorrow!

Things in the offing:

• Must update kitchen whiteboard calendar
• Must add items to my BuJo Calendar (Spawn-to-Dad trips, D&D nights)
• Must find a mechanic because I have given up on Bosslady giving me the number for hers
• .....and then schedule my car for repairs
• Must call the healthcare department and order a replacement card
• ....and try to find a dentist
• ....and schedule an appointment to get my mouth dealt with before this cavity becomes an infection 

All for later. Now? To work!

::blows kisses and runs::

Being able to sleep in is somehow elusive to me. Several times in the past week, thanks to children being away and various holidays/weekends, I have had the opportunity to do so, and usually stayed up late the night before. Each time, however, my body wakes around 7. That is the time that is the point of no return when it comes to getting the Spawn ready for school, and I think my body clock is somehow attuned to it.

On Sunday I paid tribute to the porcelain gods and returned to bed for a while. Today, no such luck. Today I was not sleeping alone, and while the room had been cool enough for me to comfortably fall asleep, for the comfort of my fellow sleeper there were two warm-mist humidifiers running. The air was too moist; I was too conscious of my breathing. It was a low-grade version of trying to inhale in a steam room. The other rooms in the house are all unsuitable for sleep. So, I am up.

I am back into that space where I am having vibrant and narrative dreams, and my mind is alighting on random objects, sounds, happenings, and making of those things brief but vivid scenes or vignettes. These are tell-tale signs, to me, that I am ready to start writing stories again. I was doing so regularly for the first... I want to say the first third of last year. Approximately once a week I wrote a story and shared it in relatively rough/unedited form on my Patreon. I would like to do that again. I need to get over that awful little "but what do I write about?" hum, however.

Perhaps there are story/writing prompt communities or accounts here on DW; I shall have to have a looksee.

My Mornthing post the other day was huge, but that showed me that I actually do have rather a lot to say when I am letting it come, rather than when I am trying to push myself to make social media posts on a daily schedule. Mornthings here are likely to be less-than-daily, but I reassure myself that they will also be more content-rich.

Today I am going to spend some time writing. First up on the docket is transcribing the responses to my written RPs into actual digital responses to them. I've been snatching spare minutes here and there putting them in a dead tree notebook. Then... then I shall go on a prompt-hunt, I think. Perhaps I'll even dig out the neato notebook that I had set up to use as a bullet journal (bujo) and see if I can't kickstart its use in some way that dovetails in with my writing. A dedicated page that tracks what I've written and when and how long it is, perhaps. I'll figure it out when I get to it.

The world is silverybright and damp outside my window. It rained fiercely here last night, and not only here - a friend half a continent away said it was like the universe was powerwashing last year off this world. I am holding that comment in my mind concurrent with the person I helped yesterday who commented to another person that the new year was just another day.

Every day is just another day. But every day is a day where things can change for the better.

Happy new year, Blisstopia - and good morning.