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Because procrastination isn’t just for weekends.

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Good morning, friends. I have only a limited time between finishing breakfast and needing to be on my way out the door, so naturally I’ve chosen to use this time to write a blog entry. Is this a good idea?

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Yeah, probably not. Let’s do it anyway.

So, as it happens, I don’t actually have much to say, which I admit may make writing a post somewhat challenging. I’ve never let that stop me before, however, and today shall be no different…!

So. Yeah. Stuff.

1. Still working on the editing and rereading of Chosen. It’s going well, though I do find myself devising a Chosen Drinking Game as I go through it. For example, if Kaine frowns or scowls, take a drink. If Mr. Defrin puts his hand reassuringly on someone’s shoulder, take a drink. If Silas is a little shit, take a drink. Etc. Helps pass the time (and increases bathroom breaks by approximately 500 percent).

2. The weather in Chicago has finally decided to cooperate and have a go at not being awful and depressing, which I’m enjoying.

3. Preparations for my mother’s visit have come to a bit of a standstill, and predictably, I’m leaving most of what needs to be done until the morning before I pick her up at the airport (i.e., tomorrow). Why deal with cleaning and tidying and prepping when Future Me can take care of that in a stress-filled tornado in the wee hours of morning?

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And, on that note, I’d better be off. Time to get ready for another day of teaching folks to speak Amurican. ‘Til next time, y’all.

 

Definitely bedtime.

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It’s well past my usual old lady bedtime, but I’m having trouble finding the willpower to remove myself from my computer chair. Which is unfortunate, because on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of tiredness, I’m somewhere in the vicinity of 75,322.

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I didn’t actually manage to leave my apartment today, though I was at least able to (a) finally get my online store set up, (b) write a semi-coherent blog entry, (c) sweep the floor, (d) take out the trash, (e) pay some bills like a Responsible Adult, and (f) exercise a bit via awkward-spazzy-dancing in my living room:

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Except for the shirtlessness, this is a pretty accurate representation.

Tomorrow, sadly, I have a great heaping pile of stuff to do, which may possibly be why I’m putting off going to bed now. The sooner I crawl into bed, the sooner I’ll wake up and have to clean, do laundry, wash dishes, run errands, etc.

Agh. I really need to go to bed. It’s a distance of about seven or eight feet from computer to mattress, but I can’t…quite…seem…to…

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I’m never getting out of this chair, am I?

Procrastination via blogging: take 387.

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It’s Saturday again, which means I’m once again faced with a mountain of household chores that desperately need doing. So, hey, blog update!

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I’ve actually spent much of the morning in a somewhat productive manner, working on Chosen and finally making some progress on a scene I’ve been struggling with for about a week now. The problem with having two highly complex and complicated individuals as your main characters is that it’s pretty damned hard to get them to have a straightforward conversation with each other, but I think I’ve finally got them heading in the right direction. After said scene is finally finished, I can go back to the arduous task of reading through the finished book again and again to make sure everything makes sense and I haven’t accidentally created an utter piece of crap instead of a Grand Opus fifteen years in the making.

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No pressure, though.

bc-mrdefrin-brownhairI’ve also been realizing, more and more, just how desperately in love I am with Mr. Defrin, to the point that I’m pretty seriously considering writing a prequel from his point of view at some point in the future. I’d like to start when he’s relatively young, then take it all the way up to the events of Chosen, ‘cuz, damn, I adore him. And not just because I’ve cast Benedict Cumberbatch to play him in the Sure To Actually Happen movie adaptation of the book.

No, my love for Mr. Defrin is rooted in the fact that I both long to be like him and want someone like him in my life. He’s calm and patient, intelligent, has a good sense of humor, and cares for the people around him so deeply that he’s willing to make any sacrifice necessary to keep them safe. He’s a mentor, friend, and substitute father for Kaine, and while he makes mistakes from time to time, he always tries to do what’s right, and to protect the people around him. He’s just…*flutter-sigh* Ohhhh, Mr. Defrin. <3

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Er, anyway, though.

Moving on. I don’t actually have much else to say, as I think I used up my daily allotment of coherence during my writing session this morning. All I can think about now is finding something good to eat for lunch, and then maybe collapsing onto my bed and thinking about how great it would be if I could clean my apartment with the power of my mind.

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Use the Force, Luke. Those dishes aren’t going to wash themselves.

Until next time, friends.

A very important blog post not in any way about procrastinating.

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Greetings, Internet. I have returned. Again. I have re-returned.

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Sadly, I’m not at my most coherent at the moment, as my dear feline companion Benny (see my Cat Stuff page for more on the little furball) decided that six AM would be a great time to start howling and scratching at my bedroom door like the apartment was on fire.

Had the apartment actually been on fire, Benny would no doubt have been hailed as a Brave Hero Cat who nobly sacrificed his delicate vocal chords in order to sound the alarm and alert the slumbering humans in the building to the danger. As the apartment was not on fire, however, and his motivation was apparently more along the lines of, “Wake up and pay attention to me,” all his efforts did were royally annoy his owner, who had been hoping to sleep in.

Anyway, due to waking up so early, my brain is somewhere between Zombie Mode and Everything Is Hilarious Mode, while my body mainly just wants to do this:

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So, yeah, this is sure to be a great entry.

If my brain is in such a dreadful state, then why, you may ask, am I even bothering to attempt to update my blog?

Well, that can be explained via my To Do List for today, which I offer below:

1. Wash dishes
2. Clean sink, wipe off counters
3. Tidy apartment
4. Clean off desk
5. Do laundry
6. Sweep
7. Dust
8. Go grocery shopping
9. Clean bathroom
10. Clean out refrigerator
11. Take out garbage, recyclables
12. Go back in time to tell younger self to enjoy childhood more, because damn, being an adult sucks sometimes.

So, the very difficult choice I find myself faced with this morning is: Do I get started on all the desperately-needs-to-be-done housework I’ve been putting off for weeks, or do I write a semi-coherent entry on the blog I just updated a day ago?

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So, yeah, blog entry it is.

I…don’t actually have anything to talk about, however, which I will admit is something of a roadblock.

Um.

So.

What is the deal with airline food? Am I right??

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Fine. Off to clean. But if I think of anything even remotely interesting to say), I’ll be back.

Water triiiiiiibe. *exits*

/incoherence

 

 

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Hello, friends.  Just thought I’d check in with the ole blog to put off doing laundry to reassure you all that I’m still alive, well, and capable of typing.

Today, being Saturday, is my one day off in the week, so I’m taking advantage of that time by having a Rugrats: All Grown Up marathon and annoying the crap out of my cat by creating bizarre hairstyles with his fur. <–Don’t judge me.

For those not In the Know, I currently run a private tutoring business in the Chicago area, teaching English as a Second Language to Japanese folks who find themselves stranded in this mysterious land we call Amurica.  It’s great fun and I love doing it, but sadly one of the down-sides to running your own biz is that you don’t have so much of what we call “time off.”  Thus, I must take what succor I can from my Saturdays, and spend the other six days of the week working like mad.  (This would be easier to stomach if the work let me earn enough to pay all my bills, but alas.)

Anyway, such is the life of a monetarily challenged English teacher/writer. Hopefully someday I’ll become independently wealthy and will no longer need to shop for everything at Dollar Tree, but until that day, at least I’m enjoying my work. :D

….this entry went in a somewhat different direction than I was planning.

Ah, well, back to All Grown Up. \(^o^)/ I just wish the theme song wasn’t so damned catchy…