Monday, January 3, 2011


I've been hibernating - staying at home, sleeping a lot, not doing very much - for the last few days. Not the most exciting start for my new year, but there it is. I've done a little bit of editing on a few short stories, but I haven't written anything in four days. And that was just one sentence.

I haven't been completely inactive. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, and Violet and I did the floors. That's something, I suppose.

I go back to work this week. I'm stating the obvious by saying I don't want to go. It's been nice, not being talked down to by teenagers with inflated senses of authority and importance. Still, it will be good to have a reason to get myself out and into the world. I just wish it was for something worthwhile, something that won't make me hate the working world, and myself.

I've got a long way to go to get back to mental health.

1 comment:

Saints and Spinners said...

It's hard anyway, but especially in winter, I think. We've had a hard autumn at the House of Glee, but also some really lovely things have transpired. I hope that something this year brings an upswing to your spirits.