My apartment is always full of Dust, and for some reason, Hair. Some of it I can obviously attribute to the human occupants - we're all fairly thick-haired and molt-friendly around here, and the dry winter has perhaps seen a rise in the amount of tiny skin flakes being stripped from our bodies - but really, it can't all be our fault.
We do have windows and/or doors open at most times, so the majority of this horrible Dust and Hair has to be blowing in. And the solution is not as simple as closing said windows and doors, as we need to get ventilation through the apartment. I'm beginning to really hate Dust, to the point where I can see myself becoming Howard Hughes-like in my germphobia. Is it too much to ask that my surfaces stay shiny?
As you can tell by this incredibly boring entry, not a lot's been happening in the Should-Be-Wild-World of Girl Clumsy of late. It's been driving me to distraction. I blame Facebook. Every day I'm confronted by "friends" doing fun things and being funky. I don't feel very funky at all. It probably doesn't help that I'm about to start a seven-day stretch of 4am starts at work. Ouch.
I've been trying to do more writing for print - I subscribed to the Australian Writers' Marketplace website and have been emailing story ideas off to several magazines. Mostly ones that pay - you'd be surprised by the number of high-profile publications that don't. Of course, this means coming up with story ideas, and I've been drawing a bit fat blank. I keep thinking about how little I've done, and how I don't really know enough about anything to write with any authority on any subject. It's probably just a mental thing - but if anybody has any ideas on how to successfully brainstorm, or indeed any story ideas you'd like me to write, leave a comment. It may not seem like it, but I'm generally good at taking direction.