Let me tell you, Internets

I am having one of those days. Fuzzy-brained, kind of achy, and wow, did I not want to wake up this morning. Combine that with a sense of ennui and lack of motivation, and you have my current state. Bleah.

However, yesterday ended up being good. I went to therapy (yes, I am seeing a therapist now, and she has been amazing in helping me learn ways to cope with stress and crazy), then had chocolate martinis with the usual suspects. Sea Salt Caramel Chocolate martinis and delightful company is ALWAYS good.

Now I just need to find my motivation to write. I am very late in writing anything for GCS, I have 5K of a story I need to create as soon as I possibly can, and I need to write a proposal about Something so I can send it to my agent. But any time I open a text document to work on something, my mind just ... drifts away. Yeah, I know, stress can do that to a person, but it's still frustrating.

This weekend: hanging out with Dad and sorting through stuff. And maybe writing. I hope writing. The words are there, it just feels like they're out of reach on a really tall shelf or something.

More random thoughts about a Dracula skirt

(Mostly prompted because I have put Coppola's Dracula on in the background while I work. Oooh, Tom Waits as Renfield!)

Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions for how to accomplish the Dracula text skirt! I kind of want to create two versions of it:

- One with sections of text hand-written on the panels. (kambriel and staysonpaper, I want to talk to both of you about this crazy notion!) Do I want the text to be silver, or do I want to research using bleach pens? Hmmm.

- One made from custom-designed fabric. I have a hazy vision of ornate "picture frames" that contain excerpts in a fancy font. And bats.

I've wanted to do custom-designed fabric via Spoonflower for ... about as long as I've known about Spoonflower. The only catch is that the person who is the talented artist and graphics person of the household is fairly consistently busy. I know the design I want, but I do not have the skills to create it. So, I wait for the Stroppy One to have a break in his schedule.

(Well, two breaks in his schedule. Because the first bit of free time he has is going to be used up in designing the tattoo I'm getting in memory of Mom.)