hannah | Tuesday write-up, redux.

Therapy days after nights I haven't slept well mean I get to my therapist's office about when the coffee really kicks in. Some days this means I can barrel through what's been on my mind without hesitating, like when I need to talk about feelings of worthlessness and powerlessness that come from the job hunt, or last week where we ended up deciding I did need to tell my father about those things instead of keeping them from him. On days like today, it means I talk about Coen brothers movies, or the things people say to avoid saying "fandom", or what I'm doing in the stuff I'm writing. I spent a good amount of time on the difference between the lines "Let's get some ice cream" and "I'm getting ice cream" for demonstrating character, and the trickiness of writing a character for whom there was no major defining event to their lives - sort of the difference between Superman and Batman.

We talked a little about the mechanics of burn scars and skin grafts, and what having visible scars means for a character when there's no one to blame but themselves for their having them. Not too much on the ongoing struggles with networking and maintaining a decent level of activity, but maybe next week, before vacation.