I had a list of things to do today...
May. 24th, 2012 11:50 pm... and some things had been on that list for nearly a month. It was six things or so this morning, expanded to eight or nine as I thought of more.
And I did every last damn one of them, plus one thing that was scheduled for Monday.
One of those things was finally finishing Chapter Twenty-Six. It should be beta-ed, revised, and posted by Monday.
Slowly coping better and better with my weird bursts of morbidity and existential terror. They still bother me, but I don't know if I want to think about them (and thus entertain them) for long enough to construct a full post. If the problem is fixing itself, good, though its sudden onslaught still puzzles me. Is this a facet of getting older?
If so, then color me Peter Pan. I want none of it.
Anyway, if anyone is interested I'd still be up for discussing it. I just don't want to spend an hour reflecting on it alone while I compose an essay. Three weeks ago just mentioning it in a post would have given me the screaming mimis and fifteen minutes of anguish. Now? Meh.
I *do* want to make a different post though, summing up the ongoing adventures of my D & D party. They're just hitting the end of the first major plot arc I have planned, and the drama is playing out nicely in a way that lends itself very well to a narrative and dramatic summary and explanation of the psychological hell they are about to endure.
Being a DM puts one in a very weird headspace at times, when it comes to sadistic enjoyment of things...
And I did every last damn one of them, plus one thing that was scheduled for Monday.
One of those things was finally finishing Chapter Twenty-Six. It should be beta-ed, revised, and posted by Monday.
Slowly coping better and better with my weird bursts of morbidity and existential terror. They still bother me, but I don't know if I want to think about them (and thus entertain them) for long enough to construct a full post. If the problem is fixing itself, good, though its sudden onslaught still puzzles me. Is this a facet of getting older?
If so, then color me Peter Pan. I want none of it.
Anyway, if anyone is interested I'd still be up for discussing it. I just don't want to spend an hour reflecting on it alone while I compose an essay. Three weeks ago just mentioning it in a post would have given me the screaming mimis and fifteen minutes of anguish. Now? Meh.
I *do* want to make a different post though, summing up the ongoing adventures of my D & D party. They're just hitting the end of the first major plot arc I have planned, and the drama is playing out nicely in a way that lends itself very well to a narrative and dramatic summary and explanation of the psychological hell they are about to endure.
Being a DM puts one in a very weird headspace at times, when it comes to sadistic enjoyment of things...