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Stolen ideas for first steps
Apr. 9th, 2005 10:25 pmWell.
First LJ post.
This is scary.
I think I'll see if there is any saki left in the cupboard before proceeding.
*******
Well, an update made over 2 days later (Mon April 11, 11:45pm). Yes, it really does belong here, on Saturday--I'm trying to dig through what was going in my head at the time. The day was so simple--and yet so much happened internally that afternoon--and I still can't post it all. Not yet, not ready, not allowed.
Damn it. I'm new to this...both public writing and the LJ. I've been trying to learn how to use this, use Rancho Web
--and decide what the hell to put out here. I'm trying to learn how to utilize LJ, Pryanksters and me.
That's not meant to sound cold. It's 'warm', really. I'm trying to creep and stumble through the arts and torture of communication.
Sorry you and I are the guinea pigs. (Would you rather be hamsters? Alright--we're hamsters.)
And it's late. I always start these things when it is late at night, and I need to get to sleep. O crap, it's after midnight...again.
And again and again.
I need to be up and alert for a Photoshop class tomorrow (don't know if the best part is the playtime, or being out of the office for at least 6 hours).
But it's late. And there will be the thoughts burrowing and riddling my head, because they didn't get written down, here in
public. The challenge I gave myself. The frustration of the ideas and not writing can make you restless at night.
But some of the...oh hell. Some of what you want to write about is so tiring and wearing...
That was the reason I commented about the sake. I was very tempted that afternoon to just go off and get a drink, and sleep.
Damn. This is why I shouldn't have a public diary. Teddy Bearly? I just read your new entry tonight, at your own journal. I'm not trying to steal your thunder or whine....but I really do think we may be sharing the same brain. Or our synapses are snapping the same way.
What you wrote, about trying to write, and how your brain function, or mind moves, or heart moods, or just the exhaustion of having all this in your head that keeps you from writing. Or just the guards in your head that tell you not to.
OK, will write about Saturday...tomorrow, as often as I get sneak into a website. About the fun morning stuff (and thank yous
to proper parties) and about the scary shit. But dammit, I'm going to write about Saturday April 9 if it takes me until Tuesday April 12!!
(And you guys wonder why the hell I can't get a shift sewn.)
First LJ post.
This is scary.
I think I'll see if there is any saki left in the cupboard before proceeding.
*******
Well, an update made over 2 days later (Mon April 11, 11:45pm). Yes, it really does belong here, on Saturday--I'm trying to dig through what was going in my head at the time. The day was so simple--and yet so much happened internally that afternoon--and I still can't post it all. Not yet, not ready, not allowed.
Damn it. I'm new to this...both public writing and the LJ. I've been trying to learn how to use this, use Rancho Web
--and decide what the hell to put out here. I'm trying to learn how to utilize LJ, Pryanksters and me.
That's not meant to sound cold. It's 'warm', really. I'm trying to creep and stumble through the arts and torture of communication.
Sorry you and I are the guinea pigs. (Would you rather be hamsters? Alright--we're hamsters.)
And it's late. I always start these things when it is late at night, and I need to get to sleep. O crap, it's after midnight...again.
And again and again.
I need to be up and alert for a Photoshop class tomorrow (don't know if the best part is the playtime, or being out of the office for at least 6 hours).
But it's late. And there will be the thoughts burrowing and riddling my head, because they didn't get written down, here in
public. The challenge I gave myself. The frustration of the ideas and not writing can make you restless at night.
But some of the...oh hell. Some of what you want to write about is so tiring and wearing...
That was the reason I commented about the sake. I was very tempted that afternoon to just go off and get a drink, and sleep.
Damn. This is why I shouldn't have a public diary. Teddy Bearly? I just read your new entry tonight, at your own journal. I'm not trying to steal your thunder or whine....but I really do think we may be sharing the same brain. Or our synapses are snapping the same way.
What you wrote, about trying to write, and how your brain function, or mind moves, or heart moods, or just the exhaustion of having all this in your head that keeps you from writing. Or just the guards in your head that tell you not to.
OK, will write about Saturday...tomorrow, as often as I get sneak into a website. About the fun morning stuff (and thank yous
to proper parties) and about the scary shit. But dammit, I'm going to write about Saturday April 9 if it takes me until Tuesday April 12!!
(And you guys wonder why the hell I can't get a shift sewn.)
