I shouldn’t be typing right now. I should be raiding 😉 In WoW that is. Shhhh. Those who say I’m not being productive, I know. It’s been a very unproductive day. It started will kinda being lazy and tootling around on the computer before church, before I remembered that today was Pathfinder day. Yup. Four hours rolling die and trying not to die in a cave full of spiders (It was a near thing. We lost the Cleric and the Fighter tried to get me out of spider webs, only to end up stuck. With his ‘hands’ on my ‘boobs’. Of course. His wife wasn’t happy. Being claustrophobic, I was PANICKING). So that shot my afternoon to pieces, and I got home with just enough time to help put EVIL chili together before BOOM: Raid time.
So I sit here, recovering from yet another wipe, and trying to figure out how I’m going to get anything done. Not so much today. This post counts! I’m trying to keep the blog going!
No, I’m looking at this week. Gym in the mornings, meet with a trainer twice in the afternoons, work in one of the more UN-creative jobs I can think of, and trying to get this fic done so I can move on to the real work. Bleh. It can be done. I’ve done it before. But every time I get a really good groove going, my hands decide to start screaming like a couple of whiny little children. PAIN! BOO 😦
So, and thus, I will do as much as I can as fast as I can and hope to outrun the pain with my productivity. /nod. Sounds like a plan to me. What will happen next weekend when I go to Minneapolis for a few days (and the Husband Person inevitably tried to nix me bringing the laptop) I don’t know. I might just bring the computer anyways. Or see if I can get the tablet to cooperate with the Bluetooth keyboard long enough to get some actual writing done. Or maybe editing. I could edit! Yea! See. Thinking as I type. It works.
Having now used up my allotted brain power for the day, I am going to introduce you to a new thing. Well, not really, but new for me. It’s a hope that I’ll be able to keep content coming, even when I feel like a salted slug (get THAT image out of your minds). I have this wonderful habit of doodling. On everything. It’s a constitutional incapability to keep my hands and brain from trying to do something with my down time. Or even with there are other things going on. My parents long ago gave up on breaking me of the habit. These crop up everywhere, but mostly in my notes from church. They’re like little anchors for what I was listening to at the time, things I wanted to stick in my mind. If images could talk, they wouldn’t always be saying what you might think. Alot of them would be spouting scripture and my thoughts on it.
Ladies and Gents, I give you Gestures. My doodles and musings and the raw bare bones of things that may or may not be more fleshed out as time goes on. They are not finished. They are not refined, but they are fun. Enjoy!