swears, yelling, blasphemy
Every day I get my writing in I feel like something in my soul is healing.
That something in my soul wants to climb to the top of a goddamn mountain and yell FUCK YOU to the universe.
writing, ADHD, meds
I got my writing time in today but it wasn't as easy to get into. Maybe that's because I was off my meds at that point. Maybe because I was writing my serial fic instead of my novel. Maybe because I'm experimenting with my writing pace and how much I let myself go back and correct while writing. I'm not sure.
Heroes Of The Green City Chapter 5: When Bad Summonings Happen To Bad People https://stevenlsmith.art.blog/2019/02/05/heroes-of-the-green-city-chapter-5-when-bad-summonings-happen-to-bad-people/
The plain yellow leather gloves I wear every day would be replaced by some leather gloves that looked like they were merchandise for a superhero of my own invention, maybe Poop Man: Stinky Crusader For Justice. His logo is a poop emoji and his costume is a variation of Batman's. Brown gauntlets, boots, trunks, cowl (no bat ears of course), and cape.
Lots of different colors on those overalls, perhaps rainbow straps. More patches of whatever I think is cool. Maybe rainbow strips along both legs.
I'd have big comfy boots that wear well in the rocks grass and mud outside but were designed to look like chuck taylors. Maybe pink and black instead if white and black, with a lipstick kiss logo where the chuck taylor logo would be.
I really wish I could make my own clothing, hats, and shoes.
I think today I'd wear a version of Ted's jacket from Bogus Journey, but it has a green Mr. Yuck sticking its tounge out on my back. I might or might not keep the colors and I'd probably have a few patches of cool monsters or made up brand names of products that don't exist, like witches brooms and hover boards.
I'd have some kind of overalls made out of sweatpant material that's as close to the durability of jeans as I can get...
ADHD, potentially Austism, mh
I'm a little bit in meltdown mode. The goats kept jumping on me and our adopted goat child needs a vet visit.
I'm a little worried about her but I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm ashamed to say that most of the reason my potential meltdown meter's gone up is because it changes what I expected to happen today.
I don't think that's and ADHDer thing, that's aspie behavior I think.
Hello, i hope you're doing well. Life is a bit though here but I keep going, one sparkly piece at the time. If you want to support me in my queer conquest of capitalism here is the link to my shop. Thanks a lot 🌈
I'm thinking I might stop watching and listening to media criticism for a bit. I'm getting the feeling that My Inner Self From Which The Stories Come hates being told what to do.
I've always hated being told what to do. I can't see the point of making a writing career unless I write exactly what I want to write when I'm writing it.
I'm starting to hear my muse say "Don't tell me what to do. Waaaawaaawaaa!"
Oh yeah, that also means I've met "today's" writing goal.
I consider a "day" to be that period beginning when I wake up from a long sleep and ending when I go to sleep again.
Today's writing session went really well. My word count is slower but I feel more comfortable at this rate and am getting more engaged in the story. I got much closer to that zone where I feel like I'm reading the story as it comes out.
It's space opera with aliens and robots. The last chapter got a little gory and emotional. I was emotionally affected by my own writing!
That's a hell of a drug.
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