Today I'm feeling a bit out of sorts, didn't sleep well. Will take a bath tonight for sure. I just want to stay in my pajamas and avoid human contact. I was supposed to meet friends for lunch, but I cancelled.
One of my characters is like that too. We both have our reasons, our rationalizations if you will. But her story is different from mine (I think at least for now). Storytelling this way is sort of surprising, I really don't know where I am going with it, or how its going to end. I want it to end a certain way now, but it may not really work when the composition comes right down to the wire and ends. I like mysteries. That's what is fun about writing, science and life.
Today things just seem happily dull, not mysterious at all. It's cloudy cold and a bit rainy. I'm crampy and have no appetite, which is actually a good thing. Soup is warm and comforting and I can handle it. I'll eek out some work today, but it will be crap and I know it. Oh well. some days you feel like crap, but you still have to get through it all.
Tomorrow I have lots of meetings and events to go to, so I have better have some reserve to deal with it. People overwhelm me. That's just the way I am wired. Maybe I am highly sensitive about it, but I always feel exhausted after dealing with different kinds of people. When I am with the same kind, say someone like my partner for a nice week alone together, that is very soothing. I don't get bored or overwhelmed by him alone, I get overwhelmed by all the people in the city. Like Florence, OMG! so many tourists. The emptier the art gallery was the nicer I felt.
I'll do some work today, then finish off with reading. I need a quiet, unstimulating day. The foulness surrounding me will be good company.
