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Day 251: What inspires me to write?
Jul. 31st, 2012 08:43 amI must like monologuing, mustn't I? I think that writing started being useful venting for me around age 9, which is when I started keeping a journal regularly. This blog is just another outgrowth of that. I don't have to feel particularly inspired, although I slightly shamefacedly admit that these mostly moronic questions are a useful prod towards daily writing, even if I shrug off half of them (or more) because they are TOO stupid.
What makes me really need to write? In a journal, it's often strong feelings, good or bad. It's hard for me to just sit with feelings and experience them; I'd rather either deny them or express them forcefully right away. Negative feelings especially are difficult for me, and sometimes writing is one way to dilute them.
In other news: Devlin is getting more comfortable -- with my bedroom at least. She's exploring and playing, and figured out (finally) how to scramble up to my bed, via the suitcases I laid on their sides at the foot of it. So she slept at the foot of the bed last night, like a normal cat. Maya, however, needs to go to the vet. I realized she wasn't eating, AT ALL, yesterday, and this is about Day 3 of that. Before I thought it was kind of a hunger strike against the kitten, and thought she was nibbling something here and there. But no, last night I realized she actually cannot eat. I gave her a treat, and she clearly WANTED to eat it, but could not. And there's some kind of ... clickety noise in her mouth, and when she scent marked me, it hurt her. So we have an appointment at 11:30, but that's almost three HOURS away, and I've got her in her carrier because I did that before calling, stupidly. So I don't want to let her out because it will be hard to capture her a second time. The first time she was unaware, sort of. Man, she objects to the kitten.
What makes me really need to write? In a journal, it's often strong feelings, good or bad. It's hard for me to just sit with feelings and experience them; I'd rather either deny them or express them forcefully right away. Negative feelings especially are difficult for me, and sometimes writing is one way to dilute them.
In other news: Devlin is getting more comfortable -- with my bedroom at least. She's exploring and playing, and figured out (finally) how to scramble up to my bed, via the suitcases I laid on their sides at the foot of it. So she slept at the foot of the bed last night, like a normal cat. Maya, however, needs to go to the vet. I realized she wasn't eating, AT ALL, yesterday, and this is about Day 3 of that. Before I thought it was kind of a hunger strike against the kitten, and thought she was nibbling something here and there. But no, last night I realized she actually cannot eat. I gave her a treat, and she clearly WANTED to eat it, but could not. And there's some kind of ... clickety noise in her mouth, and when she scent marked me, it hurt her. So we have an appointment at 11:30, but that's almost three HOURS away, and I've got her in her carrier because I did that before calling, stupidly. So I don't want to let her out because it will be hard to capture her a second time. The first time she was unaware, sort of. Man, she objects to the kitten.