I don't know...

I'm having one of those wondering mornings. You know, when you wake, look around, and wonder if your decisions have been the right ones. If you're doing the right thing. If you're in the right place. Mornings like this always leave me a bit off. Most of the time, I am happy with life in the big city. But was it really the right decision to move so far away from family and friends? Am I going to be happy forever in the publishing industry? Do I really love the city? And on a smaller scale, why do I do all the things that I do every day? Do they make me happy, or fulfilled? Do I want to do those things? Am I always doing something in an attempt to avoid thinking about things?
Agh. I'm too far in my head for a workday. I wish I could just snap out of it; there's far too much to be done to spend the morning mooning about.
A friend and I have decided that this summer is going to be Operation Feel Better About Ourselves. More running, more writing, eating better, dressing better, staying in our budgets, etc. I think it'll be really good for both of us. Because lately, I've been feeling schlumpy, with no clear way how to drag myself out of it. It's less than enjoyable, but what can you do? Well, clearly you can do things to make yourself feel better. (I think I just typed myself in a circle.)
I'm procrastinating on editing my novel. Why? Well, partially because I want feedback from more than one person before I begin. Partially because I've just been too busy between moving and freelancing. And partially, I don't know. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator with my writing, I suppose it's just an extension of that. But I think that I'll try to edit the whole thing in a month. That should be doable, as long as I stay focused. I've been thinking about what I want to do with it. The ending needs to take more time, and there's a conversation between Nor and Isha that needs to happen (although it may end up happening between Nor and Jair). Maybe more time in the jungle, as well, and I wonder if I should bring Myrthe back around into it somehow. She was such a large presence in the first portion of the book, it seems silly that she just disappears. But maybe I'll save her for a sequel.
Books:
The Loss of Leon Meed: This book was a pretty unique read. The premise is that there is a man named Leon Meed, who lives in Eureka, CA, and he begins randomly appearing and disappearing. The book follows the lives of the people who see Leon, how his appearance/disappearance affects their lives, how the lives of Leon's witnesses intersect, etc. It was really well-written. And it made me wonder about relationships, and how people connect over mutual experiences, and how people interpret the mysterious workings of the universe in different ways. This was definitely an intriguing book.
Little Grrl Lost: A YA Charles de Lint book, and we all know I always love his stuff. Although, I do feel that in recent years the morals in is stories have shifted closer to the surface of things, and I almost wonder if they're starting to be too obvious. Regardless, his writing is always magical, and his integration of the fantastic with the everyday is flawless. This is a great, fun, lighthearted urban fantasy novel about a six-inch-tall girl who runs away from home.
And now, I should get to work...