Feeling broken
May. 8th, 2020 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hrj There's something about Fridays. I don't quite know what. After my first couple books were published, Fridays were always the day I had an emotional crisis about how no one would every read my work and I'd never get a chance to finish writing the series and I'd never find my audience because I'd made bad choices and I was just generally an incompetent human being.
Today was going along ok -- making good progress on my older investigations, only mildly annoyed at getting a new one dropped on me that has a schedule that doesn't work well with my planned vacation. Then around the end of the work day I spotted some tweets about how it was Asexual Visibility Day (hey, at least Hallmark hasn't picked up on it) and I went and spilled some emotions on twitter, and then over dinner in the garden I watched The Half of It (which is the proximal reason why I decided to subscribe to Netflix), and when it was over I started ugly-crying for a while and probably scared the neighbors.
So many feelings.
Fridays. Ugh.
I should probably stop writing because I'll just be messy all over everything.
Today was going along ok -- making good progress on my older investigations, only mildly annoyed at getting a new one dropped on me that has a schedule that doesn't work well with my planned vacation. Then around the end of the work day I spotted some tweets about how it was Asexual Visibility Day (hey, at least Hallmark hasn't picked up on it) and I went and spilled some emotions on twitter, and then over dinner in the garden I watched The Half of It (which is the proximal reason why I decided to subscribe to Netflix), and when it was over I started ugly-crying for a while and probably scared the neighbors.
So many feelings.
Fridays. Ugh.
I should probably stop writing because I'll just be messy all over everything.
