Random fact: It is not a good idea for Spins to daydream about sex while driving down the freeway. (No accidents or anything, just a need to pay attention to all the stupid drivers.)
This Saturday has not been stellar. Here's the way it's gone:
8 - 9 a.m.: Got out of bed and surfed blogs.
9 - 9:30: Showered, dressed and got everything together to go see client.
9:30 - 11: Got gas, got breakfast and coffee, sat in office and read book about Asperger's Syndrome (fascinating how many historical figures this author thinks may have had Asperger's).
11 - 11:50: Saw client.
11:51 - 12:15: Talked to FriendITease about what we will be bringing to the LVC house for dinner tomorrow night.
12:15 - 1: Obsessed for a bit about my finances, got some lunch & went to a yard sale.
1 - 2:30: Bookstore for a trashy novel and drugstore for allergy medication (because OMG! do the allergies ever stop?!) and See's for some chocolate, then drove home.
2:30 - 4:30: Must nap (should have been writing novel)...Must nap.
4:30 - 5: Waking up from nap (always harder than waking up from a night's sleep).
5 - 7: Wrote.
7 - 7:30: Went out to get dinner...I really will have no grocery money for next week, hmmmm...(it's not as bad as all that).
7:30 - now: Eating dinner, reading blogs, writing post, making and consuming decaf chai.
So, I feel like I've spent the day doing stuff that I really could have put off...thereby coming home and writing. I have to admit that the nap was actually essential. I've found that there is a certain part of the afternoon that my concentration is shot. I noticed when practicing for my licensing exam that the practice exam portions I'd take in the afternoon scored much worse than the ones I took in the morning or evening.
And tonight, I should be writing some more, but I just don't want to. I've just been feeling blah and not motivated tonight. And feeling more than a little sorry for myself that I'm again home alone on a Saturday night. It didn't help to go for takeout past the lovely hip restaurants where people are clearly on dates.
I think I'm kind of overcompensating for my feelings of loneliness in my writing. My character has gone from a very solitary existence to one in which he is surrounded by people. I have 8 characters I'm juggling right now, and I'm trying to keep it down to that, but it's hard to not give new people names.
So here's the one thing that's keeping the entire night from being complete crap...On Thursday, I got home to find that a bunch of CDs I ordered had arrived. Tonight I've listened to Indigo Girls Rarities, Modest Mouse's Good News for People Who Love Bad News, Social Distortion's White Light, White Heat, White Trash, and Franz Ferdinand's self titled CD. So far I like the Modest Mouse the best.
To try to end this on a more positive note, I thought I might share this picture that I took on my walk yesterday a.m. It didn't come out in the picture very well, but you could just see the support towers of the Golden Gate Bridge peaking out above the fog in the center of the picture (by where the sailboat is...).