Weather: off again, on again rainy

Reading: just finished Wild Orchids, by Jude Deveraux. I recommend it.

Knitting: another dumb baby blanket (still avoiding the green sweater)

Well. There is this game, this immensely popular game, called sudoku. If you know me at all, you are probably aware that I do not like to get into fads of any kind. I think that I'm above such things. And if I'd known that sudoku was immensely popular I wouldn't have given it a second glance. But, I did, and woe is me, but I can't stop playing the damned thing! I'm no good at it -- I stink, as a matter of fact - but I jsut keep on playing it anyway. Gregg bought me a book of it for Christmas, and I learned a bit of strategy, which, strangely enough, makes me even slower at it, but it's more fun knowing this little bit more. Playing on paper is all right, but my favorite place to play it is online at Websudoku.com. You can check your answers, and it's easier on erasers. I tend to bag games that aren't going my way, which is about half of the bloomin' things. Grrrr.

I was going to write something this weekend and I havne't managed to do that except to write some e-mails and some forum posts. I have this story idea, but I odn't know where it's going to go. I wanted to have a better idea of that before I started writing things down will-nilly. BUt, it's sometimes fun to jsut start writing and let the characters do their own thing, too. Yeah, there's always a chance that they won't do much of anything, but is that so terrible? I like not doing anything myself sometimes. Like this weekend (since today was a government holiday, it still counts as being weekend) about all I got done was sleeping and napping and sleeping and goofing off on my computer and napping some more. I have this crummy flu thing that people at my office seem to be trading back and forth. I am not going in tomorrow, either, unless I feel some 50% or more better than I do right now.

What the hell was I going on about? Oh yeah. About my characters, or my stories not doing anything. Most of them don't. I haven't finished a lot of stuff and most of the stuff I have finished was dreck anyway. It's fun to write and that's the main thing. Hmmm... Instead of me knitting all htese various little things to avoid the green sweater, I wonder if I am knitting all the various little things INCLUDING the green sweater to avoid writing? What if I actually succeeded at it? That would be hard to take. Hard to understand, too, since I've only ever been mediocre at anything.

Negativity begone! Or is that beguine?