If we were having coffee it'd be in a home environment, I'm not feeling 100% up to having to human today. Can't really handle the people around in a cafe. I'm drinking plain black coffee, no fuss today. I found out that I'm about to finish my job, which is a bummer. I quite like… Continue reading Over Coffee (27)
Update on the writer's block, I guess. So far I've managed to chip at a new story, but it's only about 20% of the overall length I have in mind for it. I think I once wanted to be able to turn off my mind, and I've done that very well. I just can't find… Continue reading All Blocked Out
work by candlelight. the night is too dark, too long to justify startling neon electricity. head bent over work, inches from the flame: the flame grows taller, longer. the wax burns down, and work-time is complete.
If we were having coffee, it'd be an after-dinner lark. You had dinner early, and I had dinner late. I didn't have the time today for a proper meet-up, because I worked an eight-hour shift. I've worked Monday - Saturday this week, so please excuse the yawning. I'm honestly not bored. I also might leave… Continue reading Over Coffee (8)
the eleventh hour arrives: unceremonious, it is here. fit in all the work that you can, wipe the slate clean (only at sunset). come back tomorrow: work, anew, will be waiting.
no time for frivolity, she decides, and makes herself solemn. (needlessly so) she works hard, too hard, and comes home worn out. every day is sensible, responsible, doing all she thinks she should. one day she discovers a new interest. ferociously interested from the start, she works at it. when things go right, she giggles.
she palms the stack of green paper, freshly spit out of the ATM. counts it once, twice - all as should be and returns to the office. (it doesn't feel as heavy in her bag as expected) she gets back and works longer days - one hour, two hours. it makes no difference to her.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9 (green)