Journaling and blah.

I really should post more. But I've never been good with any sort of journaling. And LJ adds the dimension of "OMG I have to make this INTERESTING!!" which, yeah, doesn't happen.

I've wondered about that sometimes. I mean, I'm a writer. I shouldn't suck at journaling. Not in regards to frequency, but in regards to content. I can describe a scene in a story just fine (well, most of the time), but when it comes to real life, I end up with "... and... yeah. Stuff happened. And stuff. Yeah." Which is lame. I've had the thought that I should treat these posts as if I was describing a fictional scene, but somehow that never quite clicks.

Whatever. I've been in an oddly blah mood these last few days. Let-down from the holiday and gearing up for school, maybe. The weekend was fine; my brother came down and helped us attack the back yard (we're getting part of the fence repaired and needed to clear out around it). But Sunday and Monday were just ... really blah and unfocused. I ended up reading because I couldn't settle to anything else, not because I particularly wanted to read. (Which reminds me, I should update Library Thing.)

There's still several things I need to deal with that I really don't want to deal with. Dammit. "Vacations" never last long enough.