Monday - Blech
Okay, it wasn't all that bad a day. I'm just in a whiny mood. And I'm tired.
Finished a short story yesterday, one that I had been struggling with for a while now. Woo hoo! Returned to the novel-in-progress today. Working on it was a little rough, and I can't figure out if it's because I took a few days away from it or if it's because I'm still struggling with the antagonist. I managed to put aside the frustration enough to get some work done, though.
My desk looks like an office supply store vomited all over it. Notebooks, papers, sticky notes...I think the desk is cherry wood, but who can tell at this point? It feels like I have a million little projects going on at once. I used to think I had to keep the desk organized or I wouldn't be able to write. But now I don't have time to clean and organize, and if I did, I wouldn't care. I realized writing has nothing to do with the cleanliness-or lack thereof-of the desk.
On a happy note, I got my car back, shiny and repaired. You can't even tell that some knucklehead on a motorcycle hit the back of it four Mondays ago.
I plan on voting tomorrow during my lunch break. I sort of want the election to be over and all the votes counted and the winner confirmed so I don't have to sit around anymore biting my nails.
Finished a short story yesterday, one that I had been struggling with for a while now. Woo hoo! Returned to the novel-in-progress today. Working on it was a little rough, and I can't figure out if it's because I took a few days away from it or if it's because I'm still struggling with the antagonist. I managed to put aside the frustration enough to get some work done, though.
My desk looks like an office supply store vomited all over it. Notebooks, papers, sticky notes...I think the desk is cherry wood, but who can tell at this point? It feels like I have a million little projects going on at once. I used to think I had to keep the desk organized or I wouldn't be able to write. But now I don't have time to clean and organize, and if I did, I wouldn't care. I realized writing has nothing to do with the cleanliness-or lack thereof-of the desk.
On a happy note, I got my car back, shiny and repaired. You can't even tell that some knucklehead on a motorcycle hit the back of it four Mondays ago.
I plan on voting tomorrow during my lunch break. I sort of want the election to be over and all the votes counted and the winner confirmed so I don't have to sit around anymore biting my nails.