A Dreary Friday

It's just too easy to justify eating a Rice Krispy Square for breakfast...

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, because my nose kept running and waking me up. I sat up for almost two hours before I finally decided that it was going to take decongestant to make me breathe properly again, and I went back to bed about half an hour before my husband had to wake up for work, and then I slept until noon. Fortunately, I was able to find a friend on instant messenger to chat with while I was awake. That's the great thing about the internet - with so many time zones in the world, someone is bound to be awake when you're online! Oh wait, Dan is in my time zone. I guess it's just nice to have nocturnal friends, then, eh?

Today is my day off. You know all those boxes I brought in from the garage that I said I would sort on my next day off? They remain unsorted. So sue me, my bursts of motivation are few and far between. It's payback for them being relatively dramatic when they do arise, I guess. I wish it were a nicer day today. Taking a walk often recharges my motivation, but it just doesn't look like walking weather outside. Oh well.

Oh, that reminds me. I started a 100 Words Blog. The basic idea is that you try to concisely express your ideas in 100 words. Something to do with creativity under pressure. Most people tend to become poetic while doing this exercise, but so far my entries have been relatively prosaic. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it does seem to make it somewhat redundant, because it's just another outlet for my "talk about what's going on" blogging bug. Maybe I should focus on being more descriptive instead of narrative. Narrative is definitely more my strength and my preference. I confess that I often skim more quickly through the descriptive paragraphs of a book so that I can get back to the actual story. (In the case of some authors, this means skipping whole chapters, *cough* Victor Hugo *cough*.) But you can't really write without any description, so perhaps I should practice. I am seriously considering doing NaNoWriMo this year, if I ever come up with a coherent plot for my novel, and I might need to spice up the narrative with the occasional description. And, looking back over this paragraph, I do have a tendency to ramble on, so chaining my thoughts to a 100-word limit might help me to reign that in a bit. Although rambling might come in handy during a month of frenzied quantity-over-quality writing.