Alright. I took a nap from 7:30 to 9:30 PM and also ate a huge piece of pizza and two bowls of lentil soup, tonight. Accordingly, I now have indigestion and can’t fall asleep.
Which is kind of a shame, because I’m really tired.
I’m also still recovering from whatever sickness this was that I caught…but I’m guessing this isn’t really necessary information for this post. 🙂 Point is, I’ve been tired all day.
I’ve been cruising around some tags tonight, notably the “webcomics” one on WordPress. One of the things that I’ve realized from doing so is that writing — particularly for comics — doesn’t have to be as deep and involved as I’m getting into with my own most recent story. This is a pattern going back into my history, though.
While I was laying here hoping for melatonin (the kind that comes from my brain, not a pill) to do its work, I realized that one of the reasons I’ve been avoiding fiction writing is that it seems escapist, where it comes to my own motivation to write. Then I realize it sounds escapist, and recall myself back to the real world: you know, the one in which I am constantly mistaken for a girl (I don’t consider myself a “girl,” or woman, for that matter) — and get depressed.
There is an easy fix for this where it comes to my current story, though: keep it closer to reality. This will probably be far more gritty, but actually more realistic and maybe easier to write. Plus, it will likely ring less of escapist fantasy. Will this end up being the only story I have to write? I don’t know. I hope not. It’s worth a shot, though. One story is better than none…but if I’m going to write, I need to protect myself from myself…
…and also I’ve got to decide what I’ll do if writing this makes me want to start T.
I’m going to try and fall asleep now. It’s been 30 minutes since I got up. I’m still burping up acid, but…I’m tired.