Ashe Elton Parker

A Writer of LGBTQ+ Characters in Speculative Fiction

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11-12Oct 18: Missed a Day

Didn’t mean to miss posting about Thursday, but I had and exhaustion day Friday, and I usually write and post my updates the day after the day they’re about.

Honestly, I didn’t get much done Thursday. I did do my languages, and I went to MTG with my friends from the Shepherd family and Greg. I also took a 2+ hour nap, which is what threw me off for the night, especially since the nap happened after 17:00.

Friday was mostly a bust. After getting up to the VA to pick up some meds I’d forgotten to put in an online order for, I kind of zoned the rest of the day. Tried napping around noon without success, and hit the sack shortly after full darkness fell—by 19:30.

Not my best day by a long shot. LOL

20-21Aug18: Didn’t Mean to Miss a Day

Didn’t do much on Monday. Got groceries. Chatted with Mom on the phone. Was supposed to go to game night, but ended up with digestive issues from something I ate so stayed at home. Had an epiphany about my D&D world and stuff, so worked on that.

Tuesday was an exhaustion day. Even though I went to bed, I only laid awake talking into my mask. Got up, and worked on my D&D stuff.

A Long Tuesday

There should be a pic here, but I forgot to take one of the setup I have for the D&D sessions I’m running, because that’s what intended to use for this post’s image. Oh, well, it’s not the end of the world.

Yesterday was an exhaustion day. I fully intended to go to bed, but I was too wired after game night and hanging out with Daz afterward, and didn’t get tired at all. So instead of putting myself to bed, I just sat up. Bad me.

I did do my full roster of activities though. Over the morning, I attempted to write, but no ideas were flowing. What ideas I did have, I couldn’t grasp well enough to type out. Frustrating, to say the least.

At around 11:00, I left for Oasis Games in the company of my friend Greg, who’d agreed to help me cart stuff to the store for the game. We got there with plenty of time for me to set up. The D&D session went pretty well, and my players’ characters are I think about 75 XP away from level 2. I ended the session at about 14:30 so we could do XP and I’d have enough time to pack up before our end-time—and in part because I didn’t want to stop the game in the middle of an encounter later on.

Greg helped me bring my things home and I went to my volunteer shift. That passed uneventfully, and Kevin brought me home around 21:00. I then spent some time trying to wrangle with UPS after hours because some VA place in Tucson, AZ has randomly sent me a package must go from UPS’s hands directly to mine, and they won’t deliver it to the local UPS store. Managed to reassign delivery to the UPS Customer Service Center or whatever in a location that’s difficult for me to reach even when I’m not on crutches, and arranged with my friend Katie to take me out there. Daz also thought up another solution, but since Katie was willing, I decided to go with her to save him the hassle. Will be doing that on Friday.

Daz and I hung out for a couple hours after that, and after he left, I went right to bed.

Another Two Days; a Bad Habit

Playing Cards!

Fan of Standard Playing Cards

I honestly didn’t mean to miss Thursday, even though it was another exhaustion day. Because I ended up staying up late playing games with Daz on Wednesday night, I was too wired to feel tired. Instead of putting myself to bed as I should have after taking my night meds, I stayed up instead. Bad me.

Today, it occurred to me that I haven’t mentioned my writing efforts the past several days or so. I have made them. Every day, I open the last fiction project I worked on, if nothing else. Some days, I open other files, either to look at one particular story an idea is stirring for, or a succession of Scrivener files to try and tease my creative mind into activity. I do make an effort, put Butt In Chair and Turn On The Faucet at some point. Sadly, nothing seems to want to move. Ideas do stir, but they come to nothing, and usually remain vague notions I can’t quite grasp.

But Thursday was an unexpected free day for writing. I was supposed to go quilt at Katie’s. Unfortunately for both of us, she felt unwell, with a sore throat and stuffy nose. Because she didn’t want to risk making me sick as well, she canceled our quilting meet. I told her to take care of herself and proceeded to Turn On The Faucet instead, and ended up reading through a number of my incomplete projects in an effort to stir the notions spinning in my mind into actual progress without any luck. At 18:30 or so, I finally gave up and went to bed, too exhausted to continue any longer.

Oh, my friend JJ did happen to visit on Thursday afternoon. He was downtown and had some extra time between appointments, and I invited him to my apartment. We had a nice little chat, and Hendrix got some loves from a new person. They seemed to get along well, and he spent a lot of time lying on JJ’s backpack. JJ’s got a cat too, and I bet his cat was livid that another had tried to claim JJ’s backpack. LOL

Friday did not start off very well. I awoke feeling depressed and basically rolled over and hid from the world until it became too painful to remain in bed. When I came out to the living room, I got on the computer and contacted Daz, intending to distract myself with chatter to him. It was hard, but I admitted how I was feeling moodwise, and he came up to hang out with me until he had to go to an appointment. We played some card games and he basically kept me distracted from the depression, then, when he left, he promised to return after his appointment.

I spent maybe 2 hours between his visits chatting on MeWe with my writer friends, and when Daz returned, he brought DiGiorno Pan Pizza for us to eat. While we ate it, I told Daz that Hendrix would try to crawl into the box at some point, and he looked at my cat and said, “Cat, you are silly.” LOL After we ate, we played some more games with my deck of regular cards, then we agreed to play MTG for a bit. He went downstairs to get his decks, and then texted me that he almost passed out from tiredness when he sat down to dig his decks out of hiding. I told Daz to go ahead and sleep a bit.

After that, I spent most of the rest of the day idling. Though my mood improved, I still didn’t care to do anything, until I finally forced myself to get on the dishes I’d messed up over the course of the day. I fed Hendrix his supper. Chatted with my sister. Finally managed to post the next chapter of DH02 on Wattpad. Also managed to do some stuff with GIMP tonight too. Oh, and I also text-chatted with a barber who’s going to be doing a demo cut of someone’s hair for the transmasculine group at the pride center later on this month, because one of the facilitators of the group thought I might make a good model; I sent the guy pics of my hair, but have not heard back yet on whether he thinks I’d be a good model—I actually think he’s gone to bed. LOL

Didn’t Mean to Miss Posting

I thought so hard about posting to the site last night that it was quite a surprise when I got online today to discover I hadn’t actually done so. I’m chalking it up to exhaustion. Tuesday was an exhaustion day because i ended up with digestive issues from eating too much fibrous food the previous day. Just about the time I was getting ready for bed, the “fun” started and it kept me up all night.

But Tuesday was productive. I wrote I think four scenes total on a WIP and had a visit with Mom. Also finished up the cleaning of my marks from my Feline Ferocity Commander MTG deck. Called someone in the building about a mattress and box springs they wanted to sell and left a message on his voicemail. Was in bed by 22:00 too.

Long Day

I slept not a wink last night. Been writing all day. And reading. So it’s been a good, productive day, which pleases me.

Exhausted Again, Very Productive

I slept like crap last night, but had a very productive writing day. That is all.

I’m Exhausted, and I Wrote

The title says it all. I’m exhausted, and I wrote. On D&D stuff, and on fiction. And now, I’m going to bed.

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