#coffeedragon rambles

[coffeedrgn87]

Tonight, my brain waited until 22:45 (11:45pm) to obsess over the fact that it’d be impossible to get any sleep if I didn’t make my bed. And so I did just that…

Instead of preparing to crawl into a warm and cosy bed, I stripped the sheets and covers completely and put fresh linen on. While this does mean that I now have a crisp and lovely-smelling bed, I could have used that time to sleep or do something more productive, like procrastinate less and make the bed earlier.

But I didn’t make that smart decision, just like writing and posting this ramble about nothing is me not making a smart decision. 🙄

[coffeedrgn87]

I haven’t written anything in weeks, especially not anything Harry Potter related. Finding it hard to get back into the groove, fandom has soured for me for multiple reasons I’d rather not go into in this post… Rest assured, LPK3 will get finished, this is not a story I plan to abandon halfway through.

Mainly, because this isn’t meant to be a post where I whinge about not having written in weeks.

Sure, I led with that, and I did whinge in at least one previous post, but this one needs to be different.

I was wondering whether someone might want to give me a one-word-prompt for a short Damen/Laurent drabble.

I cannot promise it’ll bear fruit, but I’m feeling a bit of a tingling itch in my fingertips. This could be due to the fact that I just finished writing a long project report which I’m feeling pretty good about, but it could also be the faint desire to write something.

P.S. Does anyone know how to permanently remove that 💡 bar that persistently keeps popping up to remind you to tag your posts? I really got the message the first time, and don’t need a constant reminder.

[coffeedrgn87]

I’ve come to the conclusion that starting to make your bed at quarter to ten at night still counts…even if nothing matches.

I now have a fresh white fitted sheet, two pillows with grey covers and two pillows with blue paradise covers. The duvet cover is green (side facing upwards) and a bunch of flowers (facing downwards). It’s meant to be the other way around but I thought grey, colourful blue paradise and green clashed slightly less…

Regardless of the clashing madness, I’ve crisp new sheets I’m excited to crawl into and I drank a little over two litres of water. Not bad for someone juggling five work projects that all need to be finished preferably yesterday (I jest, I have until the day before yesterday to finish them), who is running extremely low on energy and thoroughly peopled out.

It’s the little things, people. The little things. This dragon is satisfied.

And dare I say it? There’s even a tiny small idea for a story with a deadline forming in my head. Let’s see if I can turn it into something. Merlin knows I’ve had the worst bought of writer’s block yet. I swear this pesky malaise is like food poisoning. Each time you get it it’s ten times worse than the last.