Weekly blurb update...
Feeling ambivalent about NaNo. My bosses told me at a bar night last Thursday that the supervisor position is mine, with five people under me--it's a matter of weeks. So that's an extra ten hours of work a week, plus working out, plus NaNo seems daunting. NaNo seems like the thing closest to the chopping block.
On the other hand, planning for NaNo is going very differently than in previous years but is happening. I talk through my plot/story while commuting to and from work, and I'm working out the kinks. I have enough to get me started and enough to hit 50K with, but am I in love with the story? Not sure yet. I think that if I actually put my ass in my chair and write, it'll happen, but if I make excuses, I'm done.
Also, I really hurt my right foot last week. I worked out really hard last Sunday, and I felt fine until I woke up the next morning with a stiff foot. The pain alternates between my achilles tendon and the bones near the toes (like the pad of the foot), and it's causing me to limp a little. The bad news is that I can run anymore because my foot won't let me, so all the hard work I've put in over the previous month (up to two miles total interspersed with walking) is gone. I can still walk and bike, and I'm thinking that this injury might make me work more on my core and arms. Which I need, because I'm flabby-ish.
A friend of mine at work was really unhappy with her job, so she went off and found a new one at a new place in the suburbs, closer to where she lives. Although I'm really happy for her (because she escaped a job she hated), I'm going to miss her. The transition will be tough because she was so much fun and really knew how to pull me out of my shell.
Gotta work now.
On the other hand, planning for NaNo is going very differently than in previous years but is happening. I talk through my plot/story while commuting to and from work, and I'm working out the kinks. I have enough to get me started and enough to hit 50K with, but am I in love with the story? Not sure yet. I think that if I actually put my ass in my chair and write, it'll happen, but if I make excuses, I'm done.
Also, I really hurt my right foot last week. I worked out really hard last Sunday, and I felt fine until I woke up the next morning with a stiff foot. The pain alternates between my achilles tendon and the bones near the toes (like the pad of the foot), and it's causing me to limp a little. The bad news is that I can run anymore because my foot won't let me, so all the hard work I've put in over the previous month (up to two miles total interspersed with walking) is gone. I can still walk and bike, and I'm thinking that this injury might make me work more on my core and arms. Which I need, because I'm flabby-ish.
A friend of mine at work was really unhappy with her job, so she went off and found a new one at a new place in the suburbs, closer to where she lives. Although I'm really happy for her (because she escaped a job she hated), I'm going to miss her. The transition will be tough because she was so much fun and really knew how to pull me out of my shell.
Gotta work now.