I woke up Tuesday morning at three and couldn't get back to sleep for the longest time. Sometimes when I wake up, I can go back to sleep if I imagine invoking the four quarters and protective circle. This time I got out of bed so I wound't wake Mark, and went out and joined the dog on the couch. Part of what was keeping me up were thoughts about how I don't feel writerly enough, or gay enough, or NeoPaganly enough. I think part of this stems from not being able to physically gather with peers and mentors. A character-driven plot begins when the protagonist is dissatisfied with their life and ends when they A) make changes or B) resign themselves to their situation. After an hour, I did manage to fall asleep.
Lately I've been RollerBlading up at the reservoir, the top is about two city blocks by a half-block wide, which means I can get a long gliding runs in. The place is popular with other skaters, small children and their bikes, and martial artists. Previously to RollerBlading there, I would only go for astronomy. I'm hoping that if I can continue to go, it will be like a workout, and I'll get some of my muscle tone back (or at least lose a little bit of the belly that's crept back).