Going to try to write a little something each week, see how that goes. Hopefully it’ll help clear some clutter out of my head and I can focus on my fic or the thrilling conclusion of my Pugmire campaign.
Here’s a little thing that makes me happy these days:
The above pic is my Yeti coffee mug, adorned with some lovely vinyl stickers gifted by my east coast bestie. The other side of the mug has the sticker, “I’d rather be reading fanfic”. I love my morning coffee, but if I pour the coffee from my tiny carafe into the Yeti mug, it’s WAY too hot, even after I add my requisite too-much cream. And, because it’s a Yeti, it stays that hot so I don’t even get to sip it as it cools.
However, if I pour it into a regular mug first and add my cream and sweetner there, then pour it from the mug into the Yeti, it’s juuuuuust right. And stays just right. It makes my mornings just a little sweeter before I have to get my work day going.
Once the weather warms up, I’ll be switching to iced coffee again, but man, freshly ground hot coffee is amazing first thing in the morning. My Aunt got me a coffee grinder as a gift a few years ago and it’s just the best.
Here’s a little thing that frustrated me this weekend:
I had a work project to do this weekend for a couple hours of overtime, some easy data analysis that let me work my Excel magic without the constant interruption of messages and having to meet my outbound call volume that I have during the week. Knocked out most of it easy-peasy on Saturday, but some of the data came over wonky in the original format and I had to put that part aside. Enjoyed the rest of my Saturday and rolled into Sunday feeling good.
I had a craving for an old show and Maddie was nudging me for bed cuddles (it’s the only time she’ll curl up and sleep where I can pet her), so I got settled in and propped up in bed, fired up my show (Flashpoint) and picked up my knitting for the first time in a while. So there I am, knitting away, enjoying my Canadian peacekeepers with Maddie purring beside me…and I dropped a stitch.
I didn’t know how to fix it, so I couldn’t work on this project until I either find a good YouTube video for it or wait for my bestie to come fix it for me. I tried to do it myself and it’s been so long since I did any yarncrafting I know I made a mistake trying to tink (knit backwards to where the dropped stitch can be picked back up). I secured the errant stitch with a marker and shoved the whole thing back into my bag. Maddie picked up on my annoyance and hopped off the bed. That soured the mood even further and I headed back into the living room.
I wasn’t feeling creative enough to write or work on my Pugmire stuff. I didn’t feel like watching my show anymore and I had that aimless frustration without an outlet that routinely drives me nuts.
I remembered that last bit of data that I had put aside. Desperate to feel like I was good at something that day, I spent the next couple of hours auditing it line by line until I’d netted some more overtime and got the project finished.
I hated that it took work to take the frustration out of the day when I could have been doing something creative.
I have a five-day weekend coming up, my birthday staycation. I’m hoping that will kickstart my creative spark. I’ll be turning a year older. I have a scene or two to write to wrap up the most recent chapter of my fic. I have a few more epic sessions to plan for my Pugmire campaign. I have cats to play with and video games to enjoy.
That’ll be nice 🙂





