(subject)
*sigh* Real life is getting to me again. Work has been torturous. They have me on this insane schedule that makes it seem like my every waking hour is spent at work, and yet I'm still not making 40 hours. It's pretty lame. I never feel like I have time for anything, anymore, and it's not like I do all that much to begin with. Real life is pwning me right now.
I can't believe it's November already. I kind of wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year... lol, I know. That's kind of a lost cause. I do seem to produce better work, or actually stay motivated to finish it, under pressure. But everything I write is so short. I have ideas for some long, involved stuff, but I either can't come up with a cohesive plot or I decide the idea is stupid after I finish it.
Oh well. It's not as if I've finished anything in recent memory. I don't think I've been able to put figurative pen to paper in years. Maybe when if my life gets in a better place, I'll be able to pick it back up again, but...
I can't believe it's November already. I kind of wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year... lol, I know. That's kind of a lost cause. I do seem to produce better work, or actually stay motivated to finish it, under pressure. But everything I write is so short. I have ideas for some long, involved stuff, but I either can't come up with a cohesive plot or I decide the idea is stupid after I finish it.
Oh well. It's not as if I've finished anything in recent memory. I don't think I've been able to put figurative pen to paper in years. Maybe when if my life gets in a better place, I'll be able to pick it back up again, but...