nebris~I am feeling much better than I did last weekend, more balanced in both brain and body chemistry. I'm sleeping well and the sleep is quite restful. I can focus and stay fairly alert for hours at a time.
And so now that 'I'm better' my Inner Voice[s]tm is steadily squawking at me; ”Get Busy! Get to Work! Get Busy! Get to Work! Times 'a Wasting! Times 'a Wasting!”
That in and of itself is tiring. I suspect part of that is my own denial of the seriousness of my condition. Diabetes IS a life threatening disease and the squawking could very well be a way of avoiding that reality, 'you're better now, get to work.'
But whatever the reason, I need to shut them the fuck up! I am working on Project X. Maybe I'm not knocking out pages, but it is on mind day by day, the world in which it takes place slowly, but steadily forming.
I think of what Fred Clarke [aka Slacktivist] has said about Bad Writing in his ongoing critique of the Left Behind series, about how they depict the world as going on more or less as it always has after The Rapture has taken place, basically because the writers in fact have no fucking imagination, or are unwilling to really look at how shit would fucking come apart in an actual 'left behind world'.
So I mull and noodle the world of Project X and how it is going be bent and broken by the horrifying events of...well, take my word; they're plenty horrifying. And they are horrifying on a very atavistic level and that will cause people behave in strange and extreme ways.
My job is to tell y'all what those ways are and how they manifest. And to do that, I NEED SOME GADDAM FUCKING QUIET IN HERE!!!
I am actually pleased with how this world is shaping up. I suppose I could have sat down to write a small and intimate novel of feelings and personal insights. But noooooooo.... lol
Alright, that's better....*deep sigh of relief* shhhhhhhhh....
The one thing the Inner Voice[s]tm have right is a need to be a bit more organized about this process, but that I can do without driving myself fucking nuts.