I’m here! I’m actually here! I’m typing on my blog’s ugly block UI, which I still don’t like, but I. AM. HERE. And I don’t have crazy tweets to share to you (except for that one weird dream or two), but boy, I’m so glad to be actually writing things minus the pressure to sound perfect (or impressive) for once. So, let’s go!
Words: I’m resting my brain and I’m not touching my currently-done WIP so I could
deconstruct tweak it better on August. Meanwhile, I’m starting a new project! And I love it! Because it screams all of the things I am not and I am so happy to be in their shoes for a moment. I’m 10k in, not a bad feat, considering that I have only started it this week. Looks like I’ll be busy again.
Sleep: WHAT. SLEEP. My body clocked flipped upside down again and it’s back! To normal! Which means I stay more awake at night! (more exclamation points) You know what this means? More time to write. Also, more ho-hums at daytime. Which works because 1.) I’m pressured to stay awake because, work, and 2.) I won’t procrastinate by the time I take on my WIPs.
Work: Is. Amazing. God is perfect, and God provides. I think I’ve slipped out that security blanket for now, but me being on the edge every month makes me being grateful, because I could see how God sees me through without lacking anything. I’m still wishing for a bounty of good projects, Tay. And maybe, um, some good news about my submitted pieces?
Achievement: I have fried bangus! I know, it’s uh, not so much, but considering that everything is done for me (people around me thinks I’m partly useless) for my entire life, having the opportunity to actually delve into the dirty, oil-spewing work means a lot. Because I have common sense and I can. Do. Things.
Things: I haven’t taken new pictures of anything yet and I’m still pinning for a new camera. Also, I’ve gotten fat? Like, wider? Because the clothes that used to fall sloppily on me are now extra tight? I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing (I mean, I’ve always been talking about ‘occupying space’) but I sure want to achieve lean, thin arms and these are not lean, thin arms.
Dreams: An earthquake. We’ve been having a lot of shocks as of late, and in that weird ten-minute nap, I saw the walls in my room crack. Doesn’t say anything good.
So, there! It’s a complete rumble! Nobody deserves to read this, but you did! You don’t deserve this! Get out of here!