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Dec. 18th, 2012 01:55 pmWe had a nice little cool spell and now the weather is warming up. The 'warming up' is the crucial bit for me. I will work very nicely when it finally reaches where it's going. Until then, I am desultory and feel lazy. Which I'm not. (If I say "I'm not" often enough, I shall believe it too) for I finished two articles last night and did some chasing of various things. I now have 10,000 words to write (some of which needs groundwork) before early January which is, I think doable.
I have lots of news, but it's all waiting on go-aheads from various bods. Some of it is wonderful. Some of it is quite sad. It will slowly emerge as everyone else gets their paperwork done for the year. Until then, you'll just have to trust me that things are happening. Not jobthings and not doctoratethings - for them I'm going to have to wait until next year, at this stage. But I have more teaching in interesting places and I have more forthcoming (short) publications. That's the sort of news I'm sitting on. Big enough to be rather reassuring without actually being big enough to sort my life.
I ought to at least pretend to work until the weather stabilises as hot, oughtn't I? I have some notes that can be made and played with. That will do nicely. It doesn't feel like work, but if I do it then it will save me real work later on. A screen-writing friend shared her approach to planning with me and I'm curious to try it out. It means sticking paper on the back of the door I just denuded of my 1305 calendar, which would be a very nice thing. It would also help me sort out how I develop plots from characters. Instinct isn't good enough: if I want to teach, then I have to understand my own processes. Instinct never was good enough for me to do my best work, to be honest, for I like to understand things but the suggestions everyone else gave me just didn't work for me. Mit's suggestion, on the other hand, is malleable and fits well with my standard research techniques (even uses the same size paper) and so can theoretically be integrated with my current work. We shall see. I get to write notes and play with paper, which is always a good thing. And if it does integrate nicely with my research system then it will be rather magic.
And if I fall asleep in my armchair because the climbing temperature outside induces fatigue (one of my fibro symptoms - I get periods when I can do things and periods when I can't) then no-one will notice.
I'm rather pleased that I have maintained my record of meeting deadlines when encumbered by fibro. It really helps to be able to work from home and skimp on things like wearing clothes. I also managed to unblock my sink using a combination of hot water and brute force. The brute force was by a sinkful of water, not by me. This means, of course, that I must wash more dishes. Not yet, though. The thing about the fibro flare is that it will pass faster (or at least not get as bad as it could) if I rest when it tells me to, which is now. When next I stop resting, though, I get to play with paper.
I have lots of news, but it's all waiting on go-aheads from various bods. Some of it is wonderful. Some of it is quite sad. It will slowly emerge as everyone else gets their paperwork done for the year. Until then, you'll just have to trust me that things are happening. Not jobthings and not doctoratethings - for them I'm going to have to wait until next year, at this stage. But I have more teaching in interesting places and I have more forthcoming (short) publications. That's the sort of news I'm sitting on. Big enough to be rather reassuring without actually being big enough to sort my life.
I ought to at least pretend to work until the weather stabilises as hot, oughtn't I? I have some notes that can be made and played with. That will do nicely. It doesn't feel like work, but if I do it then it will save me real work later on. A screen-writing friend shared her approach to planning with me and I'm curious to try it out. It means sticking paper on the back of the door I just denuded of my 1305 calendar, which would be a very nice thing. It would also help me sort out how I develop plots from characters. Instinct isn't good enough: if I want to teach, then I have to understand my own processes. Instinct never was good enough for me to do my best work, to be honest, for I like to understand things but the suggestions everyone else gave me just didn't work for me. Mit's suggestion, on the other hand, is malleable and fits well with my standard research techniques (even uses the same size paper) and so can theoretically be integrated with my current work. We shall see. I get to write notes and play with paper, which is always a good thing. And if it does integrate nicely with my research system then it will be rather magic.
And if I fall asleep in my armchair because the climbing temperature outside induces fatigue (one of my fibro symptoms - I get periods when I can do things and periods when I can't) then no-one will notice.
I'm rather pleased that I have maintained my record of meeting deadlines when encumbered by fibro. It really helps to be able to work from home and skimp on things like wearing clothes. I also managed to unblock my sink using a combination of hot water and brute force. The brute force was by a sinkful of water, not by me. This means, of course, that I must wash more dishes. Not yet, though. The thing about the fibro flare is that it will pass faster (or at least not get as bad as it could) if I rest when it tells me to, which is now. When next I stop resting, though, I get to play with paper.