On the state of sleep
Feb. 15th, 2005 11:27 amI'm sort of amazed - and I suppose unsurprised - to rediscover that staying up to late without chemical assistance doesn't leave me in the same sort of stupid blurred stupor that a night of beer and cigarettes and TV does. And I remember this feeling, awake and working, awake and thinking, going to bed because I know I should, not because I'm ready.
I miss that rush of intake and creation, learning something and translating it into a new form. I used to be very, very good at that. But I've stagnated, my mind has stagnated, and while I really do feel like LJ and fic have given my brain something new to do, it isn't exactly the same as fast turnaround of scholarship, or reading and writing and getting it. Fiction and fic both can do that, but it has to be on, they have to be on, careening down the hill, playing cards stuck to the spokes flippety flippety racing to beat the devil sort of momentum. Which I've had, which is a rush as addictive as any lab manufactured high or low. I flounder during the day, busy but not terribly engaged, and I miss that full body scholarship, that dizzy dazed feeling of surfacing from work, feeling practically post orgasmic from it.
So, two new icons and one I finally managed to save correctly:)
( Icons )
I need a sounding board for Citrine. I know what needs to happen, but I need to know how and why, need to talk it out. I just realized that last night, that I had the momentum and the vision, but I needed a plot point to actually exist.
In a similar vein, I so should have been working on my Crais ficathon assignment before now, or at least processed the request:) I think I have an idea, but it should have been fomenting for a little while.
I miss that rush of intake and creation, learning something and translating it into a new form. I used to be very, very good at that. But I've stagnated, my mind has stagnated, and while I really do feel like LJ and fic have given my brain something new to do, it isn't exactly the same as fast turnaround of scholarship, or reading and writing and getting it. Fiction and fic both can do that, but it has to be on, they have to be on, careening down the hill, playing cards stuck to the spokes flippety flippety racing to beat the devil sort of momentum. Which I've had, which is a rush as addictive as any lab manufactured high or low. I flounder during the day, busy but not terribly engaged, and I miss that full body scholarship, that dizzy dazed feeling of surfacing from work, feeling practically post orgasmic from it.
So, two new icons and one I finally managed to save correctly:)
( Icons )
I need a sounding board for Citrine. I know what needs to happen, but I need to know how and why, need to talk it out. I just realized that last night, that I had the momentum and the vision, but I needed a plot point to actually exist.
In a similar vein, I so should have been working on my Crais ficathon assignment before now, or at least processed the request:) I think I have an idea, but it should have been fomenting for a little while.