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I fell ill at the start of the holiday weekend, of which I'm now beginning to recover. This meant I missed out on a lot of the weekend's events--going to Oxford, and more time hanging out with our houseguest, AB, but on the other hand I read books and rested and marathoned through most of the Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended edition), and those things are great in their ways, too.

Yesterday evening, AB left on her way to further adventures (she's in the UK and France for the next ten weeks, spending the first and last few days with us, and possibly an interlude in between). The Gryffindor returned to work this morning, and I'm better but not yet quite well.

This morning, I've worked on brainstorming some disparate thoughts, writing extensive story beats for PS, and misc. other writing tasks that didn't feel too intimidating, and I don't feel that I've wasted the day away, even if I don't have a lot of novel pages to show for it.

I have myriad thoughts to journal, but they're still marinating. I think a common theme has showed up amongst them, though: my deep desire to have a personal user manual or guide for being me. A written guide in which I can reference. "I need troubleshooting. What do I do?" "I'm now in this situation. How do I deal with it?" "Which of these foods do I eat to be at my best?" Explorations of rituals and routines are all part of that user manual. I have attempted to write them down, and there is of course the one in my head, and it's gone through at least as many editions as years I lived, and has an addendum a thousand pages long. But wouldn't it be so nice to have one I could download and reference from my head in the clouds?

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Good morning,

A short letter this morning. It's the beginning of the Easter holiday here in the UK (which is a four day weekend affair--it's a lot like Thanksgiving in the States). The Gryffindor is out at the farmer's market stocking up, I've just taken the grocery delivery (for things that cannot be acquired at the farmer's market), and our American friend arrives early this evening.

There's a thousand to-do's that still need their boxes ticked off, but before I get any further, I'm going to get some writing in.

I hope you all have a fantastic weekend--whether it's Norwescon or Easter or even just laying around and vegging it out.

X

PS 1 First Draft
25364 / 65000
(39.02%)


ETA: G brought me back an Easter present.

(There are fancy creme eggs from the artisan chocolate stall inside.)
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It began over the course of last year, but at the beginning of the year, I began in mass to reduce my social media (and Internet in general) usage. I deleted some accounts. I have kept others, but don't check or interact with them.

I did this to increase what I call my "psychic space." I found myself spending too much time being neurotic about what comes across my various feeds. I spent too much time worried about how people would respond to whatever I put out there. This was time I was not spending in my psychic landscape thinking about my stories. It wasn't time, really, that was the issue. (Time is something I'm lucky to have in abundance--at least in the short term.) It was the space in my head to connect the dots and to expand on my thoughts and get below the surface of my stories.

If someone gives you a hammer, everything is a nail....

And that's largely been going fine. My writing productivity has increased dramatically. I've only had a handful of panic attacks and lost a few days about things people said online.

Then came the decampment, and suddenly I had a shiny new online journal to follow my friends, and of course the thoughts creep into my head--how will I use this thing?

I have written five posts, and not submitted any of them, because I'm too neurotic. This is not healthy.

So I have to consider--what is it that I'm so worried about?

Those worries )

In (a distinct lack of) conclusion....

How do I connect while keeping hold of my psychic space? I suppose the answer is "care less," but I'm clearly not doing a good job at that.
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I always said I would be where my friends were. Although there has been a trickle down for many years, most of my close friends had stayed elsewhere. (Last year when I was housekeeping, I even deleted my early adopter account here. An optimist, I guess.)

Then in light of recent events, most of them have now moved here in in part or whole.

So here I am.

I don't know how often I'll be using it. (Or if I'll import, delete, or just leave the old one alone.) But I'm here now, and I'm reading.

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