Couldn't sleep last night. The cough has returned in full force - which meant I spent half the night on the couch because I didn't want to keep everyone else awake.
Mostly this is OK because I like sleeping on the couch. We have the most sleepable couch and sometimes it is a point of contention as to just who gets to use it for a nap.
Last night it was a little difficult though - the constant painful cough that makes me feel as I'm about to spit up a tonsil, combined with the bright yellow street light that shines through our living window and then, the ceaseless sound of rain. Normally I love the sound of rain when I'm sleeping. When I'm sleeping. When you are awake because you can't stop coughing and there is a yellow streetlight shining through the blinds and to top it all off you had too much coffee before bed because you were trying to stay awake late to study because you spent the first half of the night goofing off watching Gilmore Girls and America's Next Top Model...well...then rain? Not so good.
So yeah, I'm tired today but concentration is required because this is the day where I try to pack a full day's worth of work into a half day and then I commute 90 miles and sit through two classes (plus a 90 minute break) and then commute 90 miles back home.
The good thing is that this semester equals so far so good. So far I am liking my class. Even the Gertrude Stein class. Even though I never want to read another word of Gertrude Stein, I'm still enjoying the way the class is getting me to explore my writing voice in ways that are new to me. Or ways that I had previously put aside.
And the nonfiction writing for publication workshop is going well. I'm learning new things as a journalist - both in technical and creative terms.
Of course, I have yet to to workshop a longer piece in either class - next week is the nonfiction class, the week after I workshop a short story - so check back with me later and we'll see if everything is still coming up wine and roses.
For now there is coffee to be had and papers to be stapled before the next class begins.
And yes, I brought my own stapler so that I don't feel so conspicuous and guilty listening the loud, echoing click of the library's when I have to staple together 15 copies of something.
Mostly this is OK because I like sleeping on the couch. We have the most sleepable couch and sometimes it is a point of contention as to just who gets to use it for a nap.
Last night it was a little difficult though - the constant painful cough that makes me feel as I'm about to spit up a tonsil, combined with the bright yellow street light that shines through our living window and then, the ceaseless sound of rain. Normally I love the sound of rain when I'm sleeping. When I'm sleeping. When you are awake because you can't stop coughing and there is a yellow streetlight shining through the blinds and to top it all off you had too much coffee before bed because you were trying to stay awake late to study because you spent the first half of the night goofing off watching Gilmore Girls and America's Next Top Model...well...then rain? Not so good.
So yeah, I'm tired today but concentration is required because this is the day where I try to pack a full day's worth of work into a half day and then I commute 90 miles and sit through two classes (plus a 90 minute break) and then commute 90 miles back home.
The good thing is that this semester equals so far so good. So far I am liking my class. Even the Gertrude Stein class. Even though I never want to read another word of Gertrude Stein, I'm still enjoying the way the class is getting me to explore my writing voice in ways that are new to me. Or ways that I had previously put aside.
And the nonfiction writing for publication workshop is going well. I'm learning new things as a journalist - both in technical and creative terms.
Of course, I have yet to to workshop a longer piece in either class - next week is the nonfiction class, the week after I workshop a short story - so check back with me later and we'll see if everything is still coming up wine and roses.
For now there is coffee to be had and papers to be stapled before the next class begins.
And yes, I brought my own stapler so that I don't feel so conspicuous and guilty listening the loud, echoing click of the library's when I have to staple together 15 copies of something.
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