A Spacious Saturday
Saturday!
Sadly, I've temporarily set aside painting to focus on writing among other things. I'm definitely going back, but I have some stuff to get in order first.
For now, it's Saturday. I went to bed late, got up normal, ate breakfast, and took a nap. I could have been a little more productive, but I'm using my subsiding sinus infection as an excuse.
In other news, I recently realized I just want family. I grew up with four brothers. Three of them are within about an hour of driving, but we're variously busy, so it's hard to hang out.
Also, when my family moved to Germany when I was 9, we first stayed in a train-station-turned-home. The station had three huge floors that had been turned into homes for three different families. Each family had like six kids. I had family/friends swarming around me all day every day, and I loved it.
Through a few mishaps (catastrophes really), I am now living at home with my parents. As it turns out, I have pretty great parents, but I'm turning 29 this month, and we all know that stereotype of the 30-year-old still living in his parents' basement.
I am not actually living in the basement, and I am paying rent, but there are still the nagging voices telling me that I'm a failure.
Then I look at our presidential candidates and the nature of the average citizen, and I am greatly encouraged about myself.
Still, I miss having family and friends around all the time.
And then there's Meadowvale, this slowly-forming, beautiful world. A friend recently let me read a brief chapter to her; she said it was three-dimensional in the sense that it had a lot of emotional depth. That was exciting!
The impatience and frustration are dwindling, but I'm still so ready for that next chapter, my next chapter, the next chapter of my life. I'm ready for at least three new plot-lines. I'm ready.
But everything takes so long, and entropy is always balanced against you.
Bah!
I'm not sure what I'll write for Meadowvale today; I wasn't even originally planning on it. It has been a while since I had a Saturday that was spacious.
Plus, I'm not sure what is happening in the lizards' lair. Allison was just captured, the librarian became pissed about that, the slaver became defiant, and Alabaster was more or less drafted by the librarian. In and of themselves, these events are kinda cool, but how in the world does the librarian expect to defy/overthrow the lizards empire?! I don't know what he was thinking! I don't know what I was thinking! Maybe I wasn't thinking! Maybe he wasn't thinking!
My characters have gotten themselves out of every scrape so far, so I should probably just trust them to act boldly, even nobly.
I really don't know what the librarian is planning though. I don't really even know what the slaver is planning; he worked so hard for so long: why would he just throw Werbel away? Maybe it's just his unwavering conviction; maybe he devoted all his energy to Werbel until he saw reason to worry about the librarian. The conversation between the librarian and the emperor would lead to some sort of upheaval, but I'm not sure if it would look exactly how I wrote it.
I'm just fretting. I should stick with laying the groundwork and deal with editing later.
With that being said, I'm off to stare at Meadowvale until something happens.
Sadly, I've temporarily set aside painting to focus on writing among other things. I'm definitely going back, but I have some stuff to get in order first.
For now, it's Saturday. I went to bed late, got up normal, ate breakfast, and took a nap. I could have been a little more productive, but I'm using my subsiding sinus infection as an excuse.
In other news, I recently realized I just want family. I grew up with four brothers. Three of them are within about an hour of driving, but we're variously busy, so it's hard to hang out.
Also, when my family moved to Germany when I was 9, we first stayed in a train-station-turned-home. The station had three huge floors that had been turned into homes for three different families. Each family had like six kids. I had family/friends swarming around me all day every day, and I loved it.
Through a few mishaps (catastrophes really), I am now living at home with my parents. As it turns out, I have pretty great parents, but I'm turning 29 this month, and we all know that stereotype of the 30-year-old still living in his parents' basement.
I am not actually living in the basement, and I am paying rent, but there are still the nagging voices telling me that I'm a failure.
Then I look at our presidential candidates and the nature of the average citizen, and I am greatly encouraged about myself.
Still, I miss having family and friends around all the time.
And then there's Meadowvale, this slowly-forming, beautiful world. A friend recently let me read a brief chapter to her; she said it was three-dimensional in the sense that it had a lot of emotional depth. That was exciting!
The impatience and frustration are dwindling, but I'm still so ready for that next chapter, my next chapter, the next chapter of my life. I'm ready for at least three new plot-lines. I'm ready.
But everything takes so long, and entropy is always balanced against you.
Bah!
I'm not sure what I'll write for Meadowvale today; I wasn't even originally planning on it. It has been a while since I had a Saturday that was spacious.
Plus, I'm not sure what is happening in the lizards' lair. Allison was just captured, the librarian became pissed about that, the slaver became defiant, and Alabaster was more or less drafted by the librarian. In and of themselves, these events are kinda cool, but how in the world does the librarian expect to defy/overthrow the lizards empire?! I don't know what he was thinking! I don't know what I was thinking! Maybe I wasn't thinking! Maybe he wasn't thinking!
My characters have gotten themselves out of every scrape so far, so I should probably just trust them to act boldly, even nobly.
I really don't know what the librarian is planning though. I don't really even know what the slaver is planning; he worked so hard for so long: why would he just throw Werbel away? Maybe it's just his unwavering conviction; maybe he devoted all his energy to Werbel until he saw reason to worry about the librarian. The conversation between the librarian and the emperor would lead to some sort of upheaval, but I'm not sure if it would look exactly how I wrote it.
I'm just fretting. I should stick with laying the groundwork and deal with editing later.
With that being said, I'm off to stare at Meadowvale until something happens.
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