November 7th, 2007

new year

Health natter

The end of one yoga session is the beginning of the next eight-week course. There are half a dozen of us who just keep coming to Susi's Yoga for Chronic Pain & Fibromyalgia course over and over, without ever moving on her continuation class, because that meets earlier in the morning. That's my excuse anyway. Mornings are still a problem for me. Collapse )

I am actually a little disappointed to have missed Novacon again. Soon I will be a fading memory in British fandom (except to the fishlifters who have sent me a spiffy zine with lovely stamps as usual). And when I do show up again, I will be an entirely unrecognizable new person, as I have lost a quarter of my body mass and completely changed my hair. Not to mention my drinking habits.

In other news, I have not been writing 1600 words/day for NaNoWriMo, and I have not even been managing 500 words/day for Thing In 150, but I am writing at least a little haiku each day this month for insohaimo. (It's not that I can't write 1600 words a day -- I prove that every month when I hack out an apa -- it's that I can't keep it up for more than a couple days.) I tried a sonnet, which was tortuous, and something I had never done before, with rhymes and all, and did not turn out all that well. But then I remembered I have been practicing iambic pentameters for years now, and went at it a different way: taking a paper & pen on my walk, when the feet's rhythm is grounded, then "take care of the sense and let the sounds take care of themselves."