Life update
I did get to university. I did not get the grades for my first choice, which is irksome, but I've started to settle at the one I'm attending, which is nice. I am currently procrastinating from working on an assignment which I've really over thought (i.e. "I started the reading and vague planning when I got this assignment six weeks ago, and now I have too many thoughts on it and by now I'm convinced someone who's barely looked at the material will do this assignment better than me because they won't have over thought it")
My uni also really focuses in the first year/first term on 1) telling people not to worry 2) going over very basic stuff. This is grand, and nice, but also incredibly frustrating and currently bad for my particular brand of weird brain. (As part of my anxiety obsession is to doubt my ability at anything, a subject at which I am actually quite good and ahead of fellow students combined with lots of 101 level work and being told not to worry somehow manages to feed into this).
I'm starting to write a bit again, short stories and poetry. I'm not NaNo-ing, because November is nearly always a bad time for me depression wise, and making myself have another thing I need to do would be a bad idea, but I am still doing some writing. I'm also coming to terms with the fact that maybe I will never write a novel, that it's not my form, and although that makes me sad that doesn't bely that I'm good at other forms of writing. I'm aiming to submit some poetry to competitions soon, and try to start submitting stories again.
My uni also really focuses in the first year/first term on 1) telling people not to worry 2) going over very basic stuff. This is grand, and nice, but also incredibly frustrating and currently bad for my particular brand of weird brain. (As part of my anxiety obsession is to doubt my ability at anything, a subject at which I am actually quite good and ahead of fellow students combined with lots of 101 level work and being told not to worry somehow manages to feed into this).
I'm starting to write a bit again, short stories and poetry. I'm not NaNo-ing, because November is nearly always a bad time for me depression wise, and making myself have another thing I need to do would be a bad idea, but I am still doing some writing. I'm also coming to terms with the fact that maybe I will never write a novel, that it's not my form, and although that makes me sad that doesn't bely that I'm good at other forms of writing. I'm aiming to submit some poetry to competitions soon, and try to start submitting stories again.