Tomorrow, we start this back to week program. It’s only three days a week, but I’m not sure how that’s going to affect my writing schedule.
Weeks were I’m in now tend to be struggles to find time, because of the extra prep and travel time involved, but I had two weeks to catch up if things went off.
Now… every week, possibly three days where I’m having to get up earlier or stay up later or drop other things I need to do in order to keep up?
Or worse, postponing everything to try and shove them in Thursday or Friday, or that other time that we’re supposed to have time but don’t, a weekend?
I am fretting.
Yes. Fretting.
Okay, freaking out.
I want this life, and I’m tired of fighting myself for it; I certainly don’t need the rest of the world piling on.
The Mungk left me hopeless, fatalist.
Bad Neighbours only feeds my anger.
I don’t need any more anger.
I have always had more than enough.
Fuck.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 611 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Almayer's Folly, Joseph Conrad
Comics: Fear Agent 9-12
Music: Euphoria Mourning, Chris Cornell (god, I miss that voice)