In which many people are absent
Jun. 9th, 2006 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryIs it just me, or is the internet dead? Where is everyone? Are they all off, having lives and doing stuff? If so, why aren't they writing about it in LiveJournal?
I need entertainment at work! I need it when I'm at home on Fridays. When did I say everyone could go off and do fun things and not tell me about it?
I feel a big sulk coming on.
Well, I did until I realised I'm just as guilty of this as everyone else. There must be something in the air that's stopping me from updating regularly. Well, that and the fact that not much is going on. Also, yesterday a story attacked me when I wasn't looking and insisted on spending all day with me. I can't really complain about that, because it's an infectious story, full of characters and unwanted betrothals and idiots sleeping in stone circles. I'm sure I must have looked a bit weird, though, at various times throughout the day. But that's what you get when you have one foot in your imagination and one at work.
Actually, I think I had most of my body in my imagination and just one or two fingers and associated brain cells at work.
It was a lot more fun than my average day at work. Now all I have to do is start writing the story. Or the snippets of story in my head, at the very least.
Oh, and did I mention my very modest aim to write ten thousand words in ten weeks? In that case, consider it mentioned. Ack.
I need entertainment at work! I need it when I'm at home on Fridays. When did I say everyone could go off and do fun things and not tell me about it?
I feel a big sulk coming on.
Well, I did until I realised I'm just as guilty of this as everyone else. There must be something in the air that's stopping me from updating regularly. Well, that and the fact that not much is going on. Also, yesterday a story attacked me when I wasn't looking and insisted on spending all day with me. I can't really complain about that, because it's an infectious story, full of characters and unwanted betrothals and idiots sleeping in stone circles. I'm sure I must have looked a bit weird, though, at various times throughout the day. But that's what you get when you have one foot in your imagination and one at work.
Actually, I think I had most of my body in my imagination and just one or two fingers and associated brain cells at work.
It was a lot more fun than my average day at work. Now all I have to do is start writing the story. Or the snippets of story in my head, at the very least.
Oh, and did I mention my very modest aim to write ten thousand words in ten weeks? In that case, consider it mentioned. Ack.
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on 2006-06-11 06:32 pm (UTC)Yay for icons! *dances maniacally* Thank you. That will help immensely.