I love Saturdays.

After rousing myself from bed I schlepped downstairs and watched cartoons for a while. I fell asleep for about an hour and woke up sore. (My couch is half-sized; not a love seat, but not a full sized stretch-out-and-be comfy couch either.)

So I putzed around for a while and decided I didn't have any food worth eating. I knew that I only had a little bit of money left in my checking account, so I went to the grocery store with a List. I never use a List. Usually I just go up and down the aisles, pulling down whatever looks tasty. But I made myself a List and promptly ignored it upon entering the store. ("Look! Chocolate cardboard wafer things! I haven't had these in years!") Oh well.

I made chicken and rice for lunch/dinner, and then watched the afternoon/evening slew of sci-fi shows. Star Trek: Next Generation, Earth: Final Conflict, Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: Deep Space 9. (Why do they all have colons in the titles?)

Then I played around with my image editor (feel for me! I use Photo Deluxe and Paint for all my image editing!) and HTML, seeing how I could spiffy up this journal. I'm happy with what I've come up with, so expect a new design within a few days. Right now I'm trying to decide if I want a sidebar, and if so, what I'd put in it.

Stuff like this you can only do on Saturdays. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no particular place to be and no particular time to be there. My dad calls it a waste of time. I call it renewal.

Ok, so I don't really work all that hard. I go into work in the afternoon, and get home in the evening. My mornings are free, and work usually doesn't wipe me out. I think I just like the unstructured attitude I have on Saturdays. "Yeah, well, my dishes need done and the place is a total mess and it smells like used kitty litter. But it's Saturday!" Get my drift?

Someone (I forget who... sorry) mentioned on the journal-l list that they were writing a novel. Which reminded me that I fancy myself a writer. The problem is... After I've written a journal entry, I feel like I've finished my writing for the day. Several times now I've sat down to do some writing, but ended up screwing around until it was time to go to bed.

And it's not for lack of ideas. Heck, I get ideas all the time. But I've gotten into a bad habit of not sitting down to write until I have the story all formulated in my mind: characters, plot, setting, everything. Another problem I have is that I've decided to stop writing stuff simply for the web. (Stories to post to newsgroups, for example.) Furry fanzines may not pay anything, but getting work accepted by them makes me feel all sorts of fuzzy inside. So when I sit down to write, I start thinking, "Where will I submit this?" And then I get all weird about submission guidelines and stop writing.

I do have one idea that I think might be salable to a mass print fiction magazine, but the story line isn't all worked out yet. Eek! See? I want everything to be set in stone before I set it in stone. sigh

Dave keeps asking me if I've gotten any writing done, and I sheepishly answer, "No." I keep an index card box for ideas, and it's starting to burst at the seams. I should probably go through those and see if I can do some writing tonight.