Frustration Dump...
27 Sep 2009 00:46![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
patentdragonIt has been really hard to find any opportunities to create, or otherwise de-stress. Nearly every day has some kind of unwelcome distraction, most stemming from Parental trying to escape the perpetual ordeal of dealing with the ongoing stresses surrounding my great-aunt's medical situation, which seems to be getting steadily worse...
I just don't want to dwell on that. Granted, this isn't as much of a stress-bomb for me as my grandmother's final weeks, or "The Year Of Hell", but it's clearly going to impact on the whole family for the rest of the year, at least. Some arrangements are having to be made in a hurry to make the most out of the whole awful mess, and that impacts on me in particular, on the grounds of the "there's nothing I can't put down" policy I have in effect. What a great idea that was - sometimes, I don't even get the chance to pick things up in the first place.
As far as creativity goes, I have been rewriting the start of Chapter 12 of MoN-203 "Mane-of-Night And The Wayward Child", trying to inject a bit more urgency into the events therein. Tomorrow's Singapore Grand Prix should provide me with at least two hours of some kind of escapism that could help the creative process along - unless Parental feels the need to "offload", and guess who's the loyal recipient of that?
My own fault, I guess. I try to do whatever I can to ease the burden, and simply being there to listen is one of them. Every visit to the hospital is shared with me, in all its unhappy detail - but there's no-one for me to "offload" on. This will just have to do.
It would be really nice for a certain someone, not mentioned so far, to remember their obligations to me - hinted at earlier in the week. Some of what I'm owed would be a big help about now, and a help to Parental a whole lot more than me...
I'm a walking Krakatoa. Maybe it would be better all round just to blow my top, let off the pressure and let those concerned know just what bastards they're being -
Oh, for fuck's sake, they've even got me going all Emo. That I can do without.
Signing off. Tomorrow is my best chance for some peace and quiet, but somehow I don't think I'll get the whole twenty-four hours...
I just don't want to dwell on that. Granted, this isn't as much of a stress-bomb for me as my grandmother's final weeks, or "The Year Of Hell", but it's clearly going to impact on the whole family for the rest of the year, at least. Some arrangements are having to be made in a hurry to make the most out of the whole awful mess, and that impacts on me in particular, on the grounds of the "there's nothing I can't put down" policy I have in effect. What a great idea that was - sometimes, I don't even get the chance to pick things up in the first place.
As far as creativity goes, I have been rewriting the start of Chapter 12 of MoN-203 "Mane-of-Night And The Wayward Child", trying to inject a bit more urgency into the events therein. Tomorrow's Singapore Grand Prix should provide me with at least two hours of some kind of escapism that could help the creative process along - unless Parental feels the need to "offload", and guess who's the loyal recipient of that?
My own fault, I guess. I try to do whatever I can to ease the burden, and simply being there to listen is one of them. Every visit to the hospital is shared with me, in all its unhappy detail - but there's no-one for me to "offload" on. This will just have to do.
It would be really nice for a certain someone, not mentioned so far, to remember their obligations to me - hinted at earlier in the week. Some of what I'm owed would be a big help about now, and a help to Parental a whole lot more than me...
I'm a walking Krakatoa. Maybe it would be better all round just to blow my top, let off the pressure and let those concerned know just what bastards they're being -
Oh, for fuck's sake, they've even got me going all Emo. That I can do without.
Signing off. Tomorrow is my best chance for some peace and quiet, but somehow I don't think I'll get the whole twenty-four hours...
