Yeah, as the SVQ is out of the road, and after a week off from things I would really had to do, I cracked on with my writing yesterday.
Despite the whole “I have college work still to finish” thing, I have a new story bubbling up through the old noggin.
I was going to do a number of things today. I had planned to hit the library early doors to get some quiet college work time. But I had promised Ruthy a lie-in and looking after Aurora is not conducive to getting much done.
Could be, could be…
I HAVE been writing as a matter of fact. I have a project I’m working on (i always do) and it’s one that I have a deadline for.
Heh, it’s Ruthy’s old laptop. She got a new one for Christmas and I now have my mitts on her old Compaq Presario V5000. Which now has Ubuntu 10.10 powering it…
Expected target : 8335
Actual wordcount : 8533
Wow, it was a struggle today. Just got through the morgue scene despite not having any actual knowledge of the real world process and any actual medical expertise. Anyone out there with a medical background want to help me not dig myself into a story grave?
Other than that I’m a bit concerned that I’m running out of steam already. Still on track but boy, it was hard.
Also, I’m aware that these posts are ‘wordcount, wordcount, complaints about the strain’. Hopefully tomorrow afternoon, I’ll take a break from battering words into place long enough to share a bit more about my process this year. But tonight I’m just too damn tired.
See you all in the morning…
- Alistair
(Or ups and downs and the inevitable return of the Crisis of Confidence.)
I have a habit of becoming hermit-like every so often, even more than normal, and recently has been one of those periods. It’s annoying (a bloody pain to be honest) but it’s just something that has happened for years, easily since I hit my 20′s.
Now, I know this recent one is not a relapse of the poor mental health that plagued me last year. Generally I’ve been quite chipper. Work trundles on, they throw me some shifts if they’re feeling benevolent (joke, joke), Aurora is blossoming and Ruthy is as lovely as ever. A good and erstwhile chum is back from down south, it’s always good to have him around, and I have no reason to feel like this.
Yet I do.
Of course, the usual reason my mood suffers is due to the pressure I put myself under with my writing. Same old, same old. Perhaps I’m just going through the same mood I hit when I had my last whinge.
Ah, bugger. Prog beckons, I think. That should break me out of it.
- Alistair
