Ever since Katy Perry snuck into the bedroom of Sara Bareilles and attempted to suck out her soul like that evil cat did to a young Drew Barrymore, I can’t stop listening to Brave.
It makes me me do a happy dance.
The cats do not join my dancing, but hover outside the transparent cat door I just installed, waiting in silent horror for me to leave for work.
I’m reading several promising books at that moment. Including Howl’s Moving Castle, Summer of Night, Gone Baby Gone, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, The Cider House Rules… and less promising I’m also reading The Host, which is very entertaining but cliche, and Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter which I feel kind of goes to great lengths to not blame white people for slavery.
I find I have to read a lot of books at a time to stay interested ever since I taught myself to speed read.
Still writing. I’m going to give myself another week at 500 words a day (mostly because I’m working every day pretty much this week) then the new goal will be one-thousand words every day I work and two-thousand words every day I don’t. I’d like to eventually get up to three-thousand on off-days but I feel like that might be a way off.
I’m still focusing on shorts for right now. The only stuff I’ve been able to actually finish have been autobiographical shorts. As I’ve said before, the funny ones will eventually see the light of day, the sad ones will not.
The longer form fiction I’ve been working on includes “Soul-Shaped Atoms” (which is way way on the back-burner) a story about “Vampires in a Nursing Home” and a story called “Rock Bottom” about a junkie who traps himself in a Pit. I’ve also written an intro to what would be a collection of short stories called “A Stranger Comes” but that’s also way on the back-burner and still something I’m turning around in my teeth.
I know I need to start a novel very soon. I’m going to talk to my therapist about it, and see why I always get fucked in my head about it.
I have not been doing any work on my arithmetic.
I may do so in the future.
I do not know.
With encouragement from my therapist to focus on other forms of expression, I’ve been drawing left-handed. The left-handed part is from me. The work is nowhere near as good as what I can produce with my right-hand (which isn’t anything to brag about, itself) but it’s coming along. I’ve got a little notebook I bring everywhere with me, and when I have a few idle minutes I’ll sketch. Sometimes I”ll write down story ideas.
I can read Treble Clef notes with ease, Bass Clef notes with a second of hesitation and I can also locate all notes/keys on a piano with a second of hesitation as well. I’ll need to get a more practical learning device than my iPad before I progress further, I think.
While reading the Seven Habits of Highly Effective People I decided it’s probably not a good idea for me to treat myself as an object of self-punishment. I shaved my shame beard.
Here it is in all of its glory.
I’m going to get back into shape, anyway.
I am now going to sleep, because I am letting this count as my 500 words for today.