Sorry for falling off the edge of the world for a bit there…had a couple of pretty bad weeks, probably due to getting a bit off schedule with my medication. Spent most of it unable to get out of bed until absolutely necessary or rereading the fluffiest selections from my library instead of doing…well, anything. Then I decided I wasn’t making enough of an effort and when I finally made myself do that, I ended up having a very good week; finished ch47 (it was a difficult scene, lots of Feelings) and made myself get out of bed early enough to take walks every morning, which was nice.
The weather this week kind of screwed that over, unfortunately, but I have managed to write almost two thousand words of ch48. Not a great count considering I’m on vacation, but meh. Not gonna make myself feel like crap over it. Making an effort is hard work.
As for Being Medicated: the meds are helping me be less anxious for sure, and work has gotten a lot less unpleasant to deal with since I got over the initial brain fog period of adjusting to them. The depression part has been harder to kick, but since I decided to Make an Effort, I have been texting people more, and I got back on twitter again yesterday–tweeted some pix of the jewelry bits I’m making for Christmas, and of the unexpected snow we got last night. Creative stuff is still a little slow to get into, but I think I just need to get into the habit of it again. (Which is harder than it sounds, but I did it with writing, so I’m sure I can do it with drawing too. Eventually.)
In other news, it was my birthday last Friday, and I had a nice one; we went out for pizza and it was a lot of fun, I made myself a chocolate green tea marble cake, which was tasty, bought myself a bunch of books with the gift card my Mom gave me. Haven’t read any of them yet because Writing happened instead, but they’re in my library, anyway. ;p