It's Oh So Quiet...

I've got a really bad case of writer's block. Which happened just as I've signed up for a fic bingo and found a new community to write for. Obviously. My head has gone quiet (well, relatively speaking, it's only one or two voices talking now and they're not telling me stories), after being noisy as fuck since beginning of this year.

This. Is. Not. Fair.

I'm getting good feedback for the stuff I've written so far which is still making me insanely happy. It also makes me want to write more, but yeah, the head is not cooperating at the moment. I'm trying to distract myself by going out and doing things and reading a lot. Well, reading even more than usual.

I've taken my new hoop out for a spin this weekend, first to a spin/hoop jam in Richmond Park which was more of a walk around the countryside for an hour (Richmond Park is fucking huge and not all that pretty, really), then finally finding hoopy people, realizing it's just a bit too windy to spin poi or hoop properly, meeting more hoopy people and making arrangements to organize a hoop jam somewhere that doesn't involve trekking through the vegetation for hours and getting insanely lost on the way back to civilization again. I did get some exercise, though. On Sunday I decided to give in to the lazies and stayed close to home, thereby providing an hour of entertainment for my block of flats. Children love me, apparently. Especially if I have spinny things, which is no surprise, because they're pretty. Still suck at hooping, but not as much as before.

In terms of male entertainment there hasn't been any so far. The inappropriate funs mentioned previously chickened out (and hopefully gives up chasing me now) and I had my period last weekend which kinda ruled out finding other man sized fun. It also would have involved making myself look pretty and going out which I wasn't up to. I'm hoping to hook up with a very lovely person next weekend and I somehow have managed to get myself a date (shock, horror, I know) for tomorrow. He looks ok and seems nice, I'm totally not sure if I'm interested at all, but he lives/works on my way home which greatly appeals to my laziness. So I thought why not? and there were go.

On related news, the young one is coming back on Monday, I somewhat miss him and very much look forward to dragging him into my bed again soon...

Now if I could just kick my head out of it's stupor and back into talking to me, all would be fine.

Hold On Tight & Don't Look Back

Is it really August already? The weather doesn't look like it at all...


The Olympics started last week Friday with a massive opening ceremony, all British pride'n stuff. I only watched parts of it, because there were distractions provided along the way and I got distracted. The young one came over, we cooked, thereby missing the start of the spectacle, then there was a mission to find jellysnakes (which apparently are beyond awesome dipped in chocolate) a bit later, another mission for other stuff a lot more later, random fireworks outside that were more interesting than the athletes marching in and sex, which was even more interesting. After that we decided we couldn't be bothered to go back to the lounge and watched Lord Of War. The man ran off again in the morning (he seems to have some kind of problem with staying for breakfast) because he was going on holiday the day after and he had stuff to do. Which is understandable. Judging by his FB updates he's having quite a bit of fun at the moment without me, featuring "gorgeous girls and a cool guy" and I'm trying not to be jealous which is going reasonably well. We've never discussed the whole exclusivity thing and I honestly don't know if I'd want it, but reading about him having fun and not having as much funs myself is annoying. Not that I'm not planning on having fun, there might be some potentially pretty inappropriate fun this weekend and I've got more interesting things lined up.


I'm just greedy, really. I want ALL the funs.


So, update on the things on my "what would make life more awesome list": There's been a stand-off between the landlord and us in our living room which we won (hooray!) and he's now agreed to meet us halfway in terms of rent increase (+£50 a month) and I think I've already mentioned the salary increase. No sign of the young one stepping up his chasing of me if he's hanging out with girls & guys on holiday, but I sort of got an invitation to come along to a wedding with him. Need to follow up on that one when he gets back because I need to know the terms (i.e. I want public cuddles and kisses) before I commit to camping in the countryside for a weekend.


On other notes regarding why my life really doesn't suck right now: I got paid for a focus group that I didn't even have to show up to, I'm now the proud owner of a travel hoop that I probably should learn how to spin, I still very much enjoy writing and continue to get hits/kudos/comments on it.


I'm not quite as manically happy as I was last week, but that could be hormones (PMS, I'm looking at you) and I'm still on a reasonably high level of happiness even now. I'm slowly feeling the urge to go on holiday again, not at all helped by Burning Man drawing closer and me missing the playa like mad. I should be saving monies for next year, but I want to go away and see stuff and do exciting things NOW.


In summary, all is well but I'm impatient. Some things just don't change.