Today started out to be a real pain in the neck. It started at about 1:30am and kicked into high gear around 3:30am.
Yes, me and the familiar 'Witching Hour'.
Ironically enough, for some reason, if I'm still awake by 3:30am, the creative side of my brain won't shut off. If I'm not pacing around a darkened room with a pen and paper, I'm tossing and turning in bed for hours, going over and over and over some poetry, song, or imagined story line.
This morning was no exception. I should have just gotten up, dragged out a notebook, and started working. I kept going over and over the way Silent and Ashta met, and how to put it truthfully to paper (as 'truthfully' as you can put the meeting of 2 fictional characters...). Silent was a huge part of Ashta's story - in fact, I'd go so far as to say I can't tell her story without him. (For those unfamiliar with my fiction, click here for a very rough taste. I've since edited, added more characters, and flushed out the storyline a bit, to soon include Ashta's story.)
Maybe it's a sign that I need a break from the hard hitting reality that is my dad's book, and the pressures of work and, well, Navy life. I always found a great escape in a good story.
After that restless night/morning, I seriously had to drag my butt out to bed. Breakfast and laundry folding happened fairly simaltaneously and was quickly followed by a stumble into the shower and work. Work followed into a lunch break of more housework, spending a few hours with My Sailor, before getting back to work.. until about midnight. Hopefully tonight won't be full of tossing and turning.
It was easy to let the stresses of the day really get under my skin.
Funny how that all disappeared after a short conversation with My Sailor. I was bemoaning the fact that he won't be around this weekend (an odd position to be in- to want to vent to your partner while simaltaneously not wanting to make them feel guilty for something they have zero control over), so I simply let him know that his sister would be coming over at some point on Saturday. I think the conversation went something like this.
Me - "I'm not sure when they are coming over. It doesn't really matter. It'll just be me and all I'll be doing is either working or working on the fence. As long as they call before they get on the ferry, I'll have time to shower."
My Sailor - "My wife is a badass."
Me - "You just completely made my day."
My Sailor - "I mean, you lift more than a lot of guys I know, and you want to build a fence in your spare time?!"
Me - "I never was afraid to play in the dirt."
Yeah... Right there... that made my day.
Yes, me and the familiar 'Witching Hour'.
Ironically enough, for some reason, if I'm still awake by 3:30am, the creative side of my brain won't shut off. If I'm not pacing around a darkened room with a pen and paper, I'm tossing and turning in bed for hours, going over and over and over some poetry, song, or imagined story line.
This morning was no exception. I should have just gotten up, dragged out a notebook, and started working. I kept going over and over the way Silent and Ashta met, and how to put it truthfully to paper (as 'truthfully' as you can put the meeting of 2 fictional characters...). Silent was a huge part of Ashta's story - in fact, I'd go so far as to say I can't tell her story without him. (For those unfamiliar with my fiction, click here for a very rough taste. I've since edited, added more characters, and flushed out the storyline a bit, to soon include Ashta's story.)
Maybe it's a sign that I need a break from the hard hitting reality that is my dad's book, and the pressures of work and, well, Navy life. I always found a great escape in a good story.
After that restless night/morning, I seriously had to drag my butt out to bed. Breakfast and laundry folding happened fairly simaltaneously and was quickly followed by a stumble into the shower and work. Work followed into a lunch break of more housework, spending a few hours with My Sailor, before getting back to work.. until about midnight. Hopefully tonight won't be full of tossing and turning.
It was easy to let the stresses of the day really get under my skin.
Funny how that all disappeared after a short conversation with My Sailor. I was bemoaning the fact that he won't be around this weekend (an odd position to be in- to want to vent to your partner while simaltaneously not wanting to make them feel guilty for something they have zero control over), so I simply let him know that his sister would be coming over at some point on Saturday. I think the conversation went something like this.
Me - "I'm not sure when they are coming over. It doesn't really matter. It'll just be me and all I'll be doing is either working or working on the fence. As long as they call before they get on the ferry, I'll have time to shower."
My Sailor - "My wife is a badass."
Me - "You just completely made my day."
My Sailor - "I mean, you lift more than a lot of guys I know, and you want to build a fence in your spare time?!"
Me - "I never was afraid to play in the dirt."
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| Xtreme Mud Run, October 2012 |
Yeah... Right there... that made my day.
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