Status: okay. better than yesterday, but still drifting. lethargic and apathetic. Not sure exactly what happened, but that really derailed me and I’m not being as productive as I want to be. Don’t understand exactly how typical Monday morning lethargy and an accompanying anxiety attack would have caused that, but maybe it did. Which is a perfect segue to…..
Stuck in neutral. Completed the second draft of the to-be-renamed Death short story. I’d like to have an editor review it before submission, but I need to work on justifying the cost. My fear is that it isn’t good enough and I’m just pissing into the wind. No, I know it’s not good enough – or at least that’s the story I’m telling myself. And that’s precisely why I need a second set of eyes on it.
I also need to take the next step with The Patriot short story and write a summary page for submission. Was going to tackle that this morning, but procrastinated and watched YT videos instead (ok, that’s not completely fair – I did complete the Playa Cabana video and posted both the pictures and video to IG and YT respectively. Not exactly what I wanted to be working on, but good enough). I’m procrastinating for a reason and don’t know why. Maybe it’s best to just set this aside for the moment and start working on the next story so that I can keep up the momentum I’ve built over the last few months.
The coffee date I had yesterday afternoon was really sweet and also an engaging conversationalist. She’s another Lost Girl, working part-time at some health/fitness facility doing a vague job, but this is just until she can figure out the next steps. I didn’t really get much from her in terms of what she was doing to find out what that next step will be, but sometimes we get stuck in neutral (heh, as I’ve described above) and need a little time to figure it out. Other than that, it’s all good. She was really nice.
Will I see her again? Dunno. It’s kind of like having some vanilla ice cream. It was pleasant and enjoyable, but I’m not rushing out to repeat the experience anytime soon. And I think that about sums it up.
I recently had cinnamon covered churros at Playa Cabana, and they were delightful. I took photos, but the problem is they look very phallic because they were served standing straight up in a glass with caramel and marshmallows at the base. They were all leaning left. Not politically, mind you, but as you do when you’re trying to stand up straight and look presentable. As you can see, I have a conundrum: do I post these saucy pics to IG or not? I mean, what will my friends think? Will I be subjected to hurtful criticism? And more importantly, how many Likes will I get? Finally, after much deliberation and soul-searching, I said: eff ’em. These churros sacrificed themselves to provide me with mouth and tummy pleasure, and that should be celebrated. So, in defiance of potential invective from the unruly masses and throwing caution to the wind I posted them to IG this morning. Justice served, all from the comfort of my own home.
And that’s been my Wednesday so far.