I'm stalling
May. 20th, 2009 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42I don't want to go to bed alone, but it would be sheer insanity (nay, stupidity) to stay up till Geoff gets home, as he's likely not going to get back until the wee hours of the morn at the earliest. He was expecting to go into work after I got back from choir, but he wasn't expecting to have to go into work for the problem he's gone into work for. Clear as mud?
Emergencies suck. At least it's not the "life or death" kind of emergency.
Did go to choir, though. Sang some fairly high notes, too. My throat hurts a bit because of them, but at least my range is back to about normal. Yay! And just in time to sing a tricky little devil of a spiritual ("Elijah Rock" by Moses Hogan). At least we have one more full practice before that happens.
I want to write, but it's a bit like talking on the phone with a toddler in the background.
It was a dark and stormy night
Ooh, solitaire.
She looked around, trying to find the cliff's edge...
What is her motivation for being out in the storm, anyway? And how do I write about her hair getting in her mouth without being verbose or sarcastic?
She called out his name.
Fuck, this is boring.
"Gideon!"
Ooh, solitaire.
Her voice disappeared in the wind, following the gales over the cliffof doom 's edge.
Yeah. I think I would be better served to just go to bed. Like I know I should. Besides, I've written just enough to get me past that first hurdle and now I can meditate on how to write the next one. Oneparagraph sentence word at a time.
Emergencies suck. At least it's not the "life or death" kind of emergency.
Did go to choir, though. Sang some fairly high notes, too. My throat hurts a bit because of them, but at least my range is back to about normal. Yay! And just in time to sing a tricky little devil of a spiritual ("Elijah Rock" by Moses Hogan). At least we have one more full practice before that happens.
I want to write, but it's a bit like talking on the phone with a toddler in the background.
It was a dark and stormy night
Ooh, solitaire.
She looked around, trying to find the cliff's edge...
What is her motivation for being out in the storm, anyway? And how do I write about her hair getting in her mouth without being verbose or sarcastic?
She called out his name.
Fuck, this is boring.
"Gideon!"
Ooh, solitaire.
Her voice disappeared in the wind, following the gales over the cliff
Yeah. I think I would be better served to just go to bed. Like I know I should. Besides, I've written just enough to get me past that first hurdle and now I can meditate on how to write the next one. One
