Good morning, Readers!
I have exhausted my supply of things to rant about, so I'm just going to catch you up on things in my life.
The first is that J.K. is back from his vacation and I'm once again doing weight training before my martial arts classes. The week off was much appreciated. I'm doing much better now that my arm has had time to heal, though pull ups and chin ups are still a huge issue for me. I still can't do them unassisted, and that bothers me. A lot. My goal is to be able to do at least one by Christmas. That is a sad goal indeed.
Oh well!
Still on my martial arts training, an opportunity to learn knife fighting has come up. It is conditional - there will be no class if not enough people sign up for it, but hopefully enough people will.
Finally, my dream of becoming a real life rogue straight out of Dungeons and Dragons shall be realised!
I have exhausted my supply of things to rant about, so I'm just going to catch you up on things in my life.
The first is that J.K. is back from his vacation and I'm once again doing weight training before my martial arts classes. The week off was much appreciated. I'm doing much better now that my arm has had time to heal, though pull ups and chin ups are still a huge issue for me. I still can't do them unassisted, and that bothers me. A lot. My goal is to be able to do at least one by Christmas. That is a sad goal indeed.
Oh well!
Still on my martial arts training, an opportunity to learn knife fighting has come up. It is conditional - there will be no class if not enough people sign up for it, but hopefully enough people will.
Finally, my dream of becoming a real life rogue straight out of Dungeons and Dragons shall be realised!
This will be me. Beautiful art by Peter Balogh. Image courtesy of artist's Deviant Art page. Click for link.
When I find the money, I'll also be taking wilderness survival courses as well as tracking/hunting lessons, so I can be a real life ranger as well.
I'm not all that serious about the rogue and ranger stuff, in case you were worried for my mental health. I am serious about the knife fighting, wilderness survival and tracking, though. One day. One day.
I'm quite excited to get on the knife fighting thing. Though, to be honest, if anyone ever pulled a knife on me in a real life situation, I'd run the frak away. No amount of training will convince me that engaging in a real life knife fight will end happily for me. Knives are scary shit. It's all too close range and far too fast for my comfort... which is partly why I'm taking the knife fighting class. I want to train myself out of the panic reflex that I always suffer when people get into my very large personal bubble.
It happens even when the person in question is being non-threatening.
So yeah. That's a thing that I hope will happen very shortly.
In writing news, things are going really well. I hit 75 000 words yesterday, and I'm finally feeling like I'm in a routine and can bang out roughly 2 000 words a day. At last. AT LAST! (Imagine a loud crash of thunder followed by maniacal laughter)
Naturally, this happens just as people start dying off in the story. In three days, I have killed four characters, and the words are at last coming easily. I think there may be something slightly broken in my brain. I promise I'm not a psychopath. I think.
Still, I am really, really glad to be back in a position where I can (and do) write and where the words come easily... well easier than they had before.
I think I've written of this before, but it is a genuine thrill for me when the words just come. I get a little high when that happens. Even if I don't get many words down, if they start to flow, I feel like the day was an excellent day. It improves my mood exponentially, and also makes me excited to get up in the morning. I'm excited to get writing; not because I dislike the story any less, but because the words are at last flowing.
The dam has burst.
Now that I've said that, of course, I have probably cursed myself and it. I'll try for another 2 000 words today regardless, I suppose.
My Welsh lessons are going. I've found lesson six tough, largely because I'm a horrific perfectionist when it comes to this stuff and I get really mad at myself if I slip up. It's like high school all over again. In any case, I have repeated the lessons several times (lesson six is actually split into two) and will be moving onto lesson six B - useful phrases.
I'm thinking I will download these all and just play them on repeat while I sleep. Maybe that will help. I heard it can. Just like high school, I'm trying everything I can to excel. It's... so very typical of me.
I think I need to learn to relax about stuff. Does it really matter if my Welsh isn't perfect?
(The answer is yes, it matters to me, but it really shouldn't matter as much as it does)
Speaking of Welsh lessons, I really ought to get started on mine. Have a great day all!
Ciao!
I'm quite excited to get on the knife fighting thing. Though, to be honest, if anyone ever pulled a knife on me in a real life situation, I'd run the frak away. No amount of training will convince me that engaging in a real life knife fight will end happily for me. Knives are scary shit. It's all too close range and far too fast for my comfort... which is partly why I'm taking the knife fighting class. I want to train myself out of the panic reflex that I always suffer when people get into my very large personal bubble.
It happens even when the person in question is being non-threatening.
So yeah. That's a thing that I hope will happen very shortly.
In writing news, things are going really well. I hit 75 000 words yesterday, and I'm finally feeling like I'm in a routine and can bang out roughly 2 000 words a day. At last. AT LAST! (Imagine a loud crash of thunder followed by maniacal laughter)
Naturally, this happens just as people start dying off in the story. In three days, I have killed four characters, and the words are at last coming easily. I think there may be something slightly broken in my brain. I promise I'm not a psychopath. I think.
Still, I am really, really glad to be back in a position where I can (and do) write and where the words come easily... well easier than they had before.
I think I've written of this before, but it is a genuine thrill for me when the words just come. I get a little high when that happens. Even if I don't get many words down, if they start to flow, I feel like the day was an excellent day. It improves my mood exponentially, and also makes me excited to get up in the morning. I'm excited to get writing; not because I dislike the story any less, but because the words are at last flowing.
The dam has burst.
Now that I've said that, of course, I have probably cursed myself and it. I'll try for another 2 000 words today regardless, I suppose.
My Welsh lessons are going. I've found lesson six tough, largely because I'm a horrific perfectionist when it comes to this stuff and I get really mad at myself if I slip up. It's like high school all over again. In any case, I have repeated the lessons several times (lesson six is actually split into two) and will be moving onto lesson six B - useful phrases.
I'm thinking I will download these all and just play them on repeat while I sleep. Maybe that will help. I heard it can. Just like high school, I'm trying everything I can to excel. It's... so very typical of me.
I think I need to learn to relax about stuff. Does it really matter if my Welsh isn't perfect?
(The answer is yes, it matters to me, but it really shouldn't matter as much as it does)
Speaking of Welsh lessons, I really ought to get started on mine. Have a great day all!
Ciao!
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