[WARNING: SELF-INDULGENT NAVEL-GAZING ABOUNDS IN THE FOLLOWING POST. ONLY PROCEED IF MASTURBATORY SELF-EXAMINATION IS YOUR THING.]

This post is so title because I couldn’t figure out how to spell “blahdy (blahty? blawhtty? bleauoeajkdlshtadfteatttttyyyyyyy?) blah.” Just for the record.

My writing schedule got all jacked up this weekend, and I didn’t actually get anything done. Which is disappointing. I was hoping to start building my streak up again, but I didn’t.

The story, when I work on it, seems to be going well. I’ve attempted to write novels in the past, so this isn’t my first attempt. Each time was slightly different. The first fizzled out when I ran out of things to write about (it was an extremely derivative fantasy anyway, so no loss) because I was pantsing. The next novel I attempted twice, both times fizzling out in the planning stages.

This time, I started out wanting to create a list of scene for an outline of sorts. But, as I wrote, I started out doing stream of thought, thinking through what I wanted each scene to accomplish and what I thought might work for what happened. And it evolved into a sort of scene by scene Wikipedia style summary of the novel that I’m making up as I go along. It’s weird. Like, a very in depth outline.

Anyway, so, assuming that I continue with this like I have been, that means that when I start drafting, the actual events should be relatively easy to work out, and I can just focus on the writing. It should produce a faster draft at least.

Total days writing, 14. Total streak: none.

I ran yesterday for, like, 5 or 10 minutes. I started out just bouncing around, playing, and then I realized, Hey, I could keep going like this. So, I just…did. And after running for about 5 or 10 minutes, I decided to stop and continue getting ready to go out to eat. But that made me realize that I could totally get back into shape if I’d just actually get off my lazy ass and do something.

This year, so far, has resulted in a lot of navel gazing for me. A lot of thinking about who I am and asking if I’m happy with it, and if not, how can I work to change? or what things do I even need to work on?

Some things? Being more positive. Trying not to get so pissed off about things that don’t work out well for me. Also being just an iota more organized. I live in a sort of swirling vortex of chaos, and if I could at least rope that tornado and ride it, I could be much happier. And also exercising and eating more healthy–more healthy largely meaning “not eating seconds.” If I run like I used to back in college, I could eat some awful things and never notice it on my body…for now at least. Might as well enjoy the 20’s metabolism while I have it, yeah?