Summer Hibernation

Bear and cubs ‘denning’ (cred: Wikipedia)

Most people talk about Winter when they refer to hibernating.  The idea of lying low, resting, conserving energy to get through the harshest months when fuel is scarce and the it’s hard to grow more food…

Not me.  Not this time.  I’ve hibernated for the last few weeks.

A lot of it was just mental exhaustion.  After this past winter and spring, I tried to keep up the insane momentum I’d been maintaining through the summer, hoping it would help smooth transitions in the fall…  Nope.  It just beat me up.  There’s a time to shut down the out-put and work on in-put…refilling those wells of creativity and energy and…

Well, just rebuilding one’s self.

I’m also dreading next week and have been for the past nine months since we signed up for it.  We’re going camping next week.  Mind you, I really do like camping, but I hate the transition time, the shift in mental ‘place’ that it requires, … the timing this year (girl stuff), the leaving my cats, my books, my computers, my ‘space’.  I love it when I’m there.  But it’s like a party…  or like the trip to NYC we took yesterday….  the build up terrifies me and shuts me down, and the longer the build up…  the more there is camping crap piled high in every room of the house, the more it’s mentioned we need to “do this/do that”, the more I start to shut down.

I know I annoy my husband with my waffling.  Of course…  I’m not the one who’s talked about needing to get his fishing license since June…

Anyway, I’ve been in a bad headspace and have avoided every online thing I could.  If it hadn’t been a need to reconnect with some specific people on Facebook about a childhood friend’s recent death…  I wouldn’t really have even posted there.

But I have written some.  I’ve read more.  Lots of reading.  And some television.  And walks….  and…  well, generally just stuff.

And I felt I sort of owed you all a bit of an explanation of where I’ve (not) been and where I will be for at least another week or so.

Much love ♥

Checking In and Out

ROW80LogocopyWell, nothing quite so dramatic as actually checking out literally, of course.  But this has to be one of my shorter updates.  I really thought I was starting to take things easy after the end of the school year and then the JuNoWriMo, and then the…

You get the idea?

The CampNaNoWriMo for July is almost over, and I’m about 2K short of winning with my ‘lazy summer’ goal of 20K.  Easily doable between this evening and tomorrow as long as I do some BICHOP (Hands On Pen here…  I’m going old-school with notebooks and pens and lots of non-electronic time…  even a lot of my electronic time has been old-school, with DOS and Wordperfect 5.1).  And…  as long as I find the time to do it.

So..  count since Monday:

  • another 5K in words to ‘win’ CampNaNoWriMo — not quite, though I did get some editing in too on some older stories I’d been hoping to return to
  • ‘fun’ reading!  — not really, unless you count rediscovering love of old stories
  • exercise at least 15 min daily — Oh yes…  Oh, a definite yes.  I am rocking the exercise goal this week between swimming and karate…  and just general walking.  I blame Ingress for the walking.
  • online?  — I’m still catching up with visits (between all my blog hopping, I had something like 100 visits to make and we won’t talk about replying to comments…  *hangs head in shame*)
  • photography — I almost let this slide again, but I managed some pictures once a week or so.

In all, I’m satisfied.  It’s not perfect, but nothing is perfect.  All is well in my world.

There’s Plenty Made

Another Wednesday, another WIPpet… and…  I made it even.  Yay me….

Another piece of the Was Long Variation….  We’re into the next morning and that sparring match is coming up.

Simple maths: 8 short paragraphs: (7 + 9) /2 =8 short paragraphs (after tossing away the 1+5=6 from last week’s post)

The governess looked like a giant compared to the rest of the Queen’s staff, but she danced like a little girl as she dodged her youngest charge. Mystii and another girl came up behind her. The kitchen maids set down two huge trays of food in the center of the table

There were stacks of waffles (Jayce could smell the rich malty flour), bowls of whipped fresh cream, berries of several kinds, plates of toast, carafes of milk and juice…. A small pot that smelled of coffee was placed between Tiiran and Keith.

His mother arrived next. Her hair was pulled back in tight braid. The woman’s skin-tight black bodysuit added to the stark effect. She smiled at her family and guests, each in turn, a smile that hinted at her more mild nature but did not allow it free. She sat down. The first one to reach for the food, the queen served herself half a waffle, two full cups of berries, and piled half a serving bowl’s worth of the whipped cream on top of her meal.

“Mom! Leave some for us!” cried Nytramli.

“Quiet, Martyn,” scolded Shenta. She waved behind her to another serving girl who set out two more bowls of cream. “There’s plenty made.”

His step-brother promptly dug in.

Next to him, Tiiran looked at the queen. “Martyn?”

His mother laughed. “Yes. Martyn is Nytram spelled backward. Speaking of Nytram….” She looked over at the boy as he was finally passing the bowl to Andreya. “Martyn, dear, would you take Tiiran down to the weapons room after we eat and help him pick out–?” She turned back at the captain. “What kind of match do you prefer?”

There, all done!  Now why don’t you all head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Toast and croutons to KLSchwengel for hosting the sprint and putting up with all our silliness. :-D