Good evening, squiders. I don’t mean to be a mess but alas, I am.
(Also, in the last 24 hours I’ve picked up a nasty cold, which I wish would not happen right before I have a couple of days to myself. I can barely think straight. Yay.)
All my fears have come to fruition with the end of the critique marathon, in that I haven’t gotten a single chapter finished since it ended.
A lot of that is a transition thing–the end of August and beginning of September is full of them–we’ve entered our busy season at work, the small, mobile ones have gone back to school, the weather is finally changing–and sometimes it takes me a minute to find my groove again.
And part of it is that without the deadline the marathon affords, I can’t necessarily justify dropping everything else like I was.
Sometimes I yearn for my younger days, when I didn’t have anything to do after work except write or draw or play computer games whenever I wanted. Ah well. Choices have been made, and most of them I would not take back. Just gotta adapt.
And, you know, not be full of snot.
I hope things are going better for you than they are for me, squiders. Wish me luck!
