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I still exist.

Things are going to be kind of quiet around here for the next little while. Quieter. Silent, actually. A whole lot of things just hit me at once, and… the blog is going to suffer.

Today I hit the half-way point in this little project I’ve undertaken.

This is where I start to panic.

Thing is, I’m not terribly picky when it comes to reading books in an electronic format. I’ll read pretty much anything I’m even vaguely interested in, or that’s been recommended by someone whose opinion I sort of trust. And I’m stubborn.

NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy aside, I don’t have deadlines, except for the ones I impose on myself, and I find it really easy to let those ones slide.

I watched for a moment, and one of the kittens—a tiny little calico—jumped up onto one of the platforms of the cat tree, roughly eye-level with me. She looked at me, and meowed. Loudly.

Just a quick note to let you know that things are going to be kind of quiet around here for a little while. (What else is new? I know.)

For the first time since I started this project I’ve made it a full 100 days without skipping a single one. And I haven’t miscounted this time. Not much of an achievement, I’ll grant you. But I’m only 100 days from the half-way point in this little project, and, given the way things have been going lately, I’ll take what I can get.

Half-way through May, and a couple of weeks into my first post-Script Frenzy writing project. Surprise, surprise: it’s going well.

In the first half of 2006, I was doing a twenty-minute workout, three times a week, nearly without fail. And I enjoyed it.

The last photo I took—not counting quickly-deleted cameraphone snapshots, and a couple photos taken just to document a specific event—was late last summer.

I didn’t get everything done that I wanted to. But, looking back at what I actually did do, I can see that it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought when it was actually happening.

Just so you know, I didn’t intend to let the silence go on so long again. I had an entry written, all ready to go, about how I was finally getting myself back into the habit of writing daily. I wasn’t up to anything like a respectable output yet, but I was writing again, and I was really pleased with how my current story was progressing. And I was all ready to post it.

Two weeks ago.

I really didn’t mean to be away so long. I didn’t mean to be away at all, actually, but things kind of got away from me, there. Even more than I expected them to.

Wow. I actually made it.

Well. That was interesting.

Things I learned this weekend.

The whole jewelry-making thing seems to have taken over my life this week. I blame Marie Antoinette.

I have no excuse to buy school supplies anymore.

Last week was both incredibly busy (with stuff not related to this whole thing), and weirdly productive, but not in a way that I really noticed. All week, I was convinced that I wasn’t actually doing anything, but now, when I look back over it… it was one of my best weeks since I started this.

When I first started this project, I’d planned to sit down every six months or so, go over what I’d accomplished, and what I hoped to accomplish. A thousand days is a long time, after all, and I fully expected some of my long-term goals to shift in that time. I also knew I’d need an occasional kick in the pants to keep myself on track.

Six or seven years ago, when I was in the worst depths of my writer’s block, I turned to photography. I needed a creative outlet, desperately, and photography was something I’d always loved, and something I’d always been (reasonably) good at. And for about five years, I was convinced that that was what I was going to do.

Some adjustments may be in order.

A couple of nights ago, I managed to get depressed watching the Weather Network. Which is an admittedly extreme reaction—it isn’t the most interesting channel, but it’s generally pretty neutral. Not the sort of thing that leads to major shifts in one’s mood.

I said this week would have a theme? It did, sort of, but then the theme kind of fell apart in favour of stuff that was more fun.