Oof. Fell right into the vortex there. Mm hm, the void.
So, I have four songs I could finish for FAWM right now at this very moment, if I weren't at work. But they're all about emotionally turbulent spaces. I'm irritated that these songs are reflecting exactly how I'm feeling right now. Why say what's so friggin' obvious?
I'm boring myself, is what it is.
Valentine's Day: Hm. It's over, at least there's that. I stayed quiet and kept my hands still. Mostly.
I spent yesterday polishing the beginning of a new short story I've been struggling with. I can't tell if I'm making it better. Had a GREAT meeting with my fiction critique group last Saturday; I wasn't even being critiqued. They are a smart, sensitive group of people. There was one guy in particular who took me aside to give feedback on the story I submitted a month ago. He said the story is a draft or two from being publishable and that he's going to bother me about it until I start sending it out.
I'm not sure he's right, but it was really nice to hear that depth of feeling and level of belief in my work. And I'd forgotten that the point was to send stuff out. That is the point.
Does anyone else think it's not right for Columbia to charge a fee to submit a Financial Aid application?
(Not that Columbia has accepted me yet...)
Motivation=flagging. Big time.
Perhaps a falafel sandwich will fix everything. I'm off to get one.
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