Secrets

I have other secrets aside from my recent ferocious Twitter addiction.

For example: I don't just keep this blog, I have a number of blogs across several blogging platforms. Some of my other blogs are defunct. Some I write in rarely, a few times a year at most. One of them is old, old and I almost never go back and look at it but maybe a few times a year. One of them I started several years ago as a place to keep bits of ephemera that I either come up with or find on the 'net. That last one has recently grabbed me again.

I used to, when I was trying my hand at writing fiction, post all my ideas and writing on this particular old blog. While I was writing, I was going through that same feeling that I'm convinced all fiction writers go through: I was absolutely convinced that what I was writing was complete garbage. In the end, I didn't have the heart to push through and keep writing past the din of The Brain trying to convince me of that, so I abandoned my writing projects (but kept the blog).  Recently, I went back and looked at some of the writing and, lo and behold, some of it is actually good. Really good.

So now I have this dilemma: Do I continue to work on these long abandoned bits of writing or do I start something new?

If it were pottery, I would walk away from the old stuff. But the writing is something different. With pottery, I might be walking away from a piece at any stage in the proceedings, but because of my long relationship with pottery, I would also be walking away with some understanding of what it means to abandon a given work at a given stage. With the writing, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm lost.

Friday

I'm spending some time with Crunch this weekend, which means that I also have 24/7 access to the studio. Friday I finished one sculpture and began another. In between, I tried to get a bit of sleep.

My sleep schedule has gone to hell. I've been getting between three and four hours of sleep a day. It's not enough and I feel terrible. I've got that disassociated feeling, burning eyes, constant exhaustion. If I can't get more sleep soon, I'm just going to have to resort to taking something at night. (I would tonight, but it's already 4:00 a.m. and I have to get up in a few hours to walk Crunch.)

Anyway, boo hoo.

Dave and I had dinner last night--Greek, yum!--with Chris and LuAnn and ending up chatting for a while after dinner. It was really fun and we need to do more of that kind of thing.

Oh, and I also registered for classes for next semester. I snoozed a bit on the registration and lost a spot in the class that I wanted to get into, the pathophysiology II lecture with the same instructor I have now for patho I, so I put myself on the waitlist and then emailed the instructor. He replied that, waitlist or not, I have a space in his class. So yay! Of course, it is a once-a-week four hour lecture during the summer, so: Boo. But classes like that have never scared me. I'll do just fine.