Pink is the New Black

One For the Road

“Just one more drink,” she kept telling them. “I can stop at just one. I promise.”

Her friends had…

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OMFG!!
I just wrote the scene of Melinden's father's death.
HOLY CRAP! It's gory. Scary gory. I'm stunned I could THINK of something like that.
Excuse me while I go hug my children!

He's such a dork. But he had fun waiting for the bus. I guess I can be nice and let them play. As long as no one gets injured.

I’m just totally and completely over today. I don’t have any motivation to write, but I’m doing it because I have to. I have to meet my word count goals. I feel like a piece of crap when I don’t. So, I’m writing to write. Not writing to push my story, but to write. Just to write. I hate that it’s day 2, and I’ve already hit that point. I have such big plans for my story but nowhere to take it because right now, my soul is going “this isn’t for you” It’s not saying that about writing. It’s saying it about the sprint hosting. I feel like I’m a bit of a failure. I’m losing my cool so easily, and so fast. That isn’t normal for me. I’m just sick and tired of the refusal to listen. The refusal to pay attention to the rules. The inability to read the rules. The complete and total lack of respect for the mods.

I don’t care that someone went “Ugh, rude” and left. I just don’t even care one single bit. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I don’t even care about that. I’m tired of being a fucking little babysitter. The constant whining about word counts. Holy shit. It’s only day 2, and they’re already freaking out. No wonder they freaking quit by week 2. Ugh. I just … ugh. I can’t take it today. I’m ready for bed. I’m ready to just lose my shit on everyone and everything.

Maybe it was because I drank. Maybe it’s the stress from the kids being total little assholes today. I don’t know. It’s just an off shitty day. I need to go to sleep. I need a break. I need something, anything, to take my mind off of real life. I want to see what Melinden and Os do. I want to see Fruben get his ass kicked. I want Aldric to be able to come clean. I want to write my story. I don’t want to deal with this bullshit.
So, yeah, if Mel doesn’t do the sprints next year, yeah, I’m going to be done. I might be done anyway. Let them fucking deal with this shit on their own. Let the fucking complainers deal with their own shit for once. As Josh so accurately put it, since I know that sprints work for me, I can do my own. I can set my phone, an egg timer, etc. I have Write or Die. I’m set. I’m good.

The writing has begun. Not a huge amount, but it's only 8:30 am. I wrote 762 words before 12:25am.
Now, I'm ready for a nap. I've been up for 90 minutes, and didn't fall asleep until 1am. I didn't sleep straight through either.
Ugh!

WEll, back to writing I go!

I'm seeing if cross-posting works.
We'll see!

You know what I wish? That I had automatic posting from Flickr to Dreamwidth!

No, we're not actually going to chuck pumpkins. Today is Ethan's Halloween Pack Meeting. We're thinking Ethan's might actually have a chance!
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I love these socks! I got to wear them for Sprint Spirit Week!

I like this one better :D Um, not much going on. On the "regular" blog, I do have a Week in the Life series going!

I don't update often.
I don't comment often.
I read! I promise I read.
LJ gets opened at least 2 times a day, minus days that I'm not on the computer.

Lots of things have been going on.
Ethan's officially a Wolf in Boy Scouts. Madi is a Junior.
Popcorn sales are over.
Cookie sales have begun {hit me up if you want some}
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That's about it.