It never fails.
I had an especially slow summer at work this year, but did I want to write? Nooooooo. And now that I'm registered to finish classes and work has gone nuts and I'm tearing out my hair, and I still have a crapload of stuff to organize and unpack at the house, my brain has kicked into overdrive and that's all I want to do. It's like I have fic coming out of my ears.
Brain, you suck.
So. The Plan. Which will last maybe three weeks, but it's good to have a goal (even if that goal is to ignore The Plan after about three weeks...).
Mondays and Saturdays. Unpacking and house projects (Tonight I am going to get those damn ugly bedroom curtains down if it kills me. And since it involves, me, tools and a stepladder, that's a distinct possibility.
Wednesdays. Write Club. Back to working on original stuff for publication.
Sundays. Grad project. Seriously. There is no damned reason I can't finish this thing in three months. I have so much of the base theory work already done, it's pathetic.
Fic writing and online dorking around will be fit in as needed (and will likely overtake The Plan as soon as the DSL is installed).
*pets Plan* You'll be so nice while you last.
Brain, you suck.
So. The Plan. Which will last maybe three weeks, but it's good to have a goal (even if that goal is to ignore The Plan after about three weeks...).
Mondays and Saturdays. Unpacking and house projects (Tonight I am going to get those damn ugly bedroom curtains down if it kills me. And since it involves, me, tools and a stepladder, that's a distinct possibility.
Wednesdays. Write Club. Back to working on original stuff for publication.
Sundays. Grad project. Seriously. There is no damned reason I can't finish this thing in three months. I have so much of the base theory work already done, it's pathetic.
Fic writing and online dorking around will be fit in as needed (and will likely overtake The Plan as soon as the DSL is installed).
*pets Plan* You'll be so nice while you last.