And then there were two...

Hey, this is easy.

Despite the fact that last night devolved into a fest of facebooking, it was still a win, and today is worthy of congratulations of equal measure.

I'm a little worried when comes the day that I will wake up before noon and want to do some internet study. That in itself is good, but once I develop details into some of my systems, I usually want to stick to those systems rigidly and pursue uniformity.

The jeopardized uniformity in question is that of my quote collection. I subscribe to the Quotations Page feed and occasionally come across a bit of philosophy or ideology that strikes my fancy. Not necessarily as something I think or believe, but a viewpoint I see as being a core to develop a fictional character's personality around. These key quotes are jotted down on post-it notes and stuck into a notebook. Whenever possible, I write the quote with a particular lavender Sharpie.

I keep the formatting consistent partially for consistency's sake, and partially so I can differentiate the "quote notes" from the "idea notes" that fill most of the notebook in question.

A mere two days ago I spotted the Sharpie on my desk and went to get a pad of post-its so I could close some quote tabs, but somewhere between going to the other room to grab the neon green sticky notes and returning to my desk, I must have gotten distracted. Now I have no clue where my lavender Sharpie is. True, I could use the navy blue, but it wouldn't be the same. It just wouldn't be the same.

More interesting was a bit of conversation with Draco touching the surface of having purpose and being productive, and how those things taken out of that order can be something like spinning one's wheels.

"Spinning wheels" is a good description of how I feel lately. I'm in a place with no objective traction for maybe eight more months. Until this tenure in limbo is over, I don't know how I will set and achieve goals that reach outside my head, my room, my computers, and the internet. Even if I know what my personal legend is, I seem to have the idea that I can't go off in pursuit of it until I have a home to leave behind. The metaphors and comparisons get mixed.

I stumbled over a new thought in the process of writing this, and it's difficult to continue coherently. I'm eager to use up old art so I can start posting the new stuff that I'm more happy with as I regain my see-arms.