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Ooooh, very frosty. Winter is not waiting for an invitation this year.

Work has been brutal. Several people who aren’t me have fucked up royally, and now we’re scrambling on multiple fronts to salvage bad situations. I spent each day counting how many layers of interruption I was from whatever task I was supposed to be doing. And while my bad foot/ankle has been doing better since I replaced the insoles in my various boots (so many boots), being on my feet without pause and up and down stairs endlessly did not do it any favors.

I think I’m going to keep writing on Clock Mouse as I am right now until the end of the year. Then I’m going to pause on daily words for it in favor of planning. I still don’t have any kind of organizing principle for this damn story, and it shows. Amusing as it is to just keep aimlessly pecking away at what is evidently a novel for the next three thousand years, I would like to maybe finish some day. To say nothing of actually making something I could show to others.

I have completely lost whatever mojo I had for writing things longer than individual Lewisia posts. I blame my life of constant interruptions and fractured time. Planning does require that I organize my thoughts, look at the big picture, ruminate… I can’t remember the last time I had both the time and the mental focus needed for any of that.

Over on tumblr, copperbadge mentioned that he turns stickers and other such flat art into magnets by way of adhesive magnetic sheets. I thought this was brilliant. I have an accumulation of stickers, even though I have always avoided buying them. I, an anxious person, cannot bear to use them on anything and thus potentially spoil/lose them. At some point, I’m going to get a small whiteboard to hang next to my desk, which can be their future home.

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written, December posts queued

Day job: 42.5 hours

Cleaning: dusting

Crafting: converted 9 stickers into magnets

Reading: The Lost Art of Doing Nothing: How the Dutch Unwind with Niksen by Maartje Willems (a shallow and repetitive look at the subject, with humor that ends up just being flippant, inoffensive but pointless)

Listening: Coydog by Carter Vail (of internet “Dirt Man” fame, this is an album that feels like something I have known and loved for years, just immediately familiar and delightful)

Clock Mouse: 1013 words