I didn’t realize that yesterday was Bipolar Day. I slept through most of it. So here is an article by Natasha Tracy for the day. Here she provides links that cover various myth busting topics. I’ve read most of them in the past – been following her for almost 2 years now – and I think all of them are gems.
So I’m popping in because I feel like I have been doing nothing here other than lurking. That bothers me. Why is it as of late that I feel no desire to share what’s going on in my life? I’ve been using this blog like a journal and it’s been cathartic in many respects. So why the change now? Do I fear that my life is boring? Do I fear sounding repetitious? Or it is that I just lack motivation? Damned if I know. Continue reading “Sunday Musings”
I’m still writing. STILL stuck on trying to make the first two episodes of the Nusquamton Archive work. I think I finally have the bones of what I want and need for “The Demons That Bind Us” and it may be ready for true polishing. Continue reading “Writerly Update”
I spent all morning today compiling the episodes of my NaNo vomit draft for Surge of the Soul Eater into one document and then saved it in multiple locations. I also printed it out for my baby brother to read. All 163 double spaced pages of it. Continue reading “First Monday’s Reflections”
Today I slept off and on from 7am to just now, which is 7pm. Dad checked in on me at one point to make sure I was alright because he hadn’t seen or heard me all day. I told him I wasn’t feeling well but I didn’t need anything. Yesterday I felt like my gut was trying to die and today I just feel wiped out even though I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night. Full on “Night Owl Mode” has been activated it would seem. Continue reading “Colorful Rant and Musing of a Quiet Day”
I guess my worries about crashing into depression were unfounded. I just stopped climbing is all. I’m kind of gliding or skimming across the water – like a bird or something. Above baseline, but not sky high like before, and certainly not raging Hulk-like either. Like I’m waiting for another jet stream to climb up again… or just simply give out and crash. Mostly just a sense of waiting to see what will happen. Continue reading “More Sleepless Ramblings in the Dark”
It’s midnight and I can feel the slide toward depression starting to happen – or at least creep up on me. I don’t know how exactly to describe how this feels. It’s kind of like gears are slowing down and something inside me is sinking. You know like a steampunk elevator with fancy hydraulics so when it runs out of steam it doesn’t suddenly bottom out on you – although that has happened to me before too. I’m hoping it’s not a total crash. I’m hoping I’m just going back to baseline and just land gently on my feet. Maybe even rest a bit in the grass. Continue reading “Self-Reflection on Anger & Mood Cycles”
The Demons that We Become has finally been completed in vomit draft form and has been posted over at the Chaos Pen blog.
So that’s 11 days and about 14k words since the Chaos Pen Challenge #5 was launched over at the Writing Hallow. And yes, to make sure you don’t walk into this blind, this is the erotica piece with the sex scene in it that I’ve been ranting about. The whole thing took a mind of its own.
So feedback would be greatly appreciated. Yes, I am aware there is some very broken things in there. Just let me know what works for you and what doesn’t. I’ll go from there.
All I can say is, this is why I should have an outline BEFORE I start writing, especially when hypomanic.
Almost 12 hours ago I made myself lay down to try to rest. I just woke up half an hour ago. Scholar Owl sent Tuxedo Cat to school but he kept Little Bear home. The school didn’t call so I’m assuming that everyone is assuming it’s because of the abscess. We’ll send him tomorrow. Continue reading “Time to Rebuild Routines”