My head is extremely scattered right now, so that I am having trouble focusing on what needs to get done and what I want to get done. Sometimes it feels rather futile, because no matter how much I get done there is always more that needs to be done.
My laptop is being difficult. I don't know if it's Ubuntu or the laptop, but it freezes (seemingly randomly). This weekend it froze every ten minutes, if that. I had to do a hard reboot (I think that's the word for it). I'm trying to find solutions online, but I swear they are speaking a different language. Ever since the fiasco in Anaheim, my laptop has been a little wonky. Thankfully there is very little saved on it that is vital to my writing. I think I'll back up everything I currently have, just in case.
I've been doing a lot of reading recently and a little writing. I feel like I should read higher quality books in order to improve my writing, but there are few high-quality books in the genre I'm currently devouring. And I want to read books I enjoy, it's my time afterall, but I also worry that the stories I read influence the books I write which aren't really mainstream (not that I'm writing for fame, but it'd be nice).
In order to spread my wings a bit, I'm going to start submitting to Bang*Bang, maybe, you know, if I don't chicken out. Maybe it'll encourage me to submit to real magazines, and real publishers. Once I have a completed piece.
Also, I was supposed to sew a suit jacket tonight and instead read half of Whistling in the Dark. Is anyone really surprised by this? Go ahead Soba, yell at me, I know I deserve it.