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Fuck This Day In Particular
May. 27th, 2021 02:01 pmI woke up under-slept and asthmatic.
I had a scheduled appointment to meet with a prospective agent this morning for my writing. Due to some sort of communications fuck-up, it did not happen.
I went for a bike ride, and along the way, my bike suddenly wouldn't go into gear.
When I got home, my clip-on sunglasses fell apart. I can't find the ridiculously tiny screw anywhere.
When I opened the fridge to get something to eat, a jar fell on my toe.
My beloved chinchillas are gone.
Goddamn it. Enough already.
HOWEVER.
Good shit is happening, too. I've completed the editing process with Augur Magazine for an upcoming publication.
I received word that two of my pieces have been selected for inclusion for the Bronx Memoir Project (even though I've never been to the Bronx).
My application for the Audible Indigenous Writer’s Circle is currently being reviewed.
I've been doing physical training for over a week now and the DOMS are no longer making me limp around. My strength is genuinely returning.
And I spoke with someone about going to view baby chinchillas. I have a really good vibe from this breeder, who obviously loves his chinchillas very much and loves their personalities. If all goes well, I will have adorable chinchilla puppies on June 6.
The problem is, I'm having a hard time making the good stuff overbalance the bad today. I'm giving it my all. I have some writing deadlines on the 31st. I hope I can get my shit sorted out so I can get 'er done.
I had a scheduled appointment to meet with a prospective agent this morning for my writing. Due to some sort of communications fuck-up, it did not happen.
I went for a bike ride, and along the way, my bike suddenly wouldn't go into gear.
When I got home, my clip-on sunglasses fell apart. I can't find the ridiculously tiny screw anywhere.
When I opened the fridge to get something to eat, a jar fell on my toe.
My beloved chinchillas are gone.
Goddamn it. Enough already.
HOWEVER.
Good shit is happening, too. I've completed the editing process with Augur Magazine for an upcoming publication.
I received word that two of my pieces have been selected for inclusion for the Bronx Memoir Project (even though I've never been to the Bronx).
My application for the Audible Indigenous Writer’s Circle is currently being reviewed.
I've been doing physical training for over a week now and the DOMS are no longer making me limp around. My strength is genuinely returning.
And I spoke with someone about going to view baby chinchillas. I have a really good vibe from this breeder, who obviously loves his chinchillas very much and loves their personalities. If all goes well, I will have adorable chinchilla puppies on June 6.
The problem is, I'm having a hard time making the good stuff overbalance the bad today. I'm giving it my all. I have some writing deadlines on the 31st. I hope I can get my shit sorted out so I can get 'er done.
