Okay, that's not entirely true. On Saturday I wrote two blog posts, a flash fiction, and about 350 words on a short story.* But yesterday I didn't do anything useful at all. Arg.
The especially annoying thing is that the last three days haven't even been bad days, relatively speaking. I can still function, and anyone who knows me knows that on bad days actually retaining coherent thought is bloody well impossible. So functioning is still on the table. It's sliding a little, but then the table might be a little off-kilter.** It's just I think, 'Hmm, right, should do something', and then vaguely head in the direction of whatever it was, and half an hour later find myself sitting at my computer or standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking, 'Hang on, what am I doing here? I'm sure I was doing something...'
I think it's one of the things I like least about living alone. At least when you live with someone else (even if it's just a cat) you get someone else reminding you every so often that you were meant to actually be DOING something other than standing there with a blank look on your face. And when you're living alone and your mind starts to go all floaty and subsequently start to dribble out your ears (quick! earplugs! stop it before it all escapes!), it's a little harder to remind yourself when your brain's already gone...
But never mind. At least when my brain's mush I can still have ideas. Woohoo!
In other news, it is ridiculously windy in Scotland at the moment, and apparently we're due to receive ash from the erupting volcano in Iceland with the unpronounceable name*** by tomorrow morning if the winds do what people are predicting. And it's raining. But rain is good. I like rain. Rain reminds me of home. And rain makes things grow. So I don't mind the rain. Although I hope it's not raining in Stratford later this week.
Aaaaand that's all, folks. Think I'll go back and tackle that flash now. Yippee-ki-yay.
*I hate writing short stories. My mind doesn't think in terms of short stories. Gah.
**Should probably get a man in to look at that. Or just stick some paper under the wonky leg. Never mind.
***Also unspellable. I'd have to go look it up, and quite frankly I'm far too lazy for that.