March 22nd, 2004

Start your engines...

It's 11:15am Monday and I'm still sitting around in my bathrobe. On the positive side, I got up at 6:30am, did both cardio and arthro workouts, took meds, ate, and got showered and clean, and then got social contact by exchanging half a dozen posts with purpletigress. Much easier solving someone else's problems than my own, of course.

Generated my usual ridiculous To Do list for the day. Going to ignore it for the moment, rather than be buried under it.

Read a Village Voice article on "Generation Debt: The New Economics of Being Young," which understates its case. (Read it in hardcopy; sorry I don't have the URL.) Given that the Republicants have spent/stolen the national birthright, there's no particular sense in taking a cautious course.

I've known this for a few years now; why does reading it in someone else's words make it more real? Tangent; ignore it and keep going.

Grad school is The Cautious Course. The Ficton Factory is the risky course, and I haven't really done anything with it yet. Okay, a few hours outlining plots, that's nothing. Mentioning it of course has me generating scenes in my head; good, but NOT NOW! Back in your cage, create-o-brain.

I'm all over the place; I'll throw some clothes on and go for a walk, then try again.