Nothing

Nothing much to report. I never seem to have time to post at the moment, which is why I've been quiet. I've had another cold as well and what with the hectic social life and all I haven't had time to get online for a week. And also my dear old PC is on its last legs.

I have barely had time to do any writing either. I am supposed to write 30,000 a month this year (unless revising or 'worldbuilding') and I only managed to write 22,000 in January. I know I push myself too hard so it ends up with writing being more like a chore but it's the only way I can get myself to do it.

I stole my fathers Doctor Who Magazine the other day so I could read the Matt Smith/ Karen Gillan interview, and I have to say from the sounds of it, the new series is going to be alright. Apparently it's 'Tim Burtonesque'. Although, I have to say I was confused by Karen Gillan in a policewoman's uniform - she is only 21 in real life. I didn't know they let them on the force that young, although that could explain why the country is in the state it's in? Unless they are having the actress portray someone older than she is, which is unusual. Perhaps there is a twist to it like she's a prostitute or it's fancy dress...

On that note, part 5 of The End of the Dream is up tonight and will stay up until Feb 11th. The link is below the blog title.

January Blues

Urgh... how I long for the halcyon lazy days of Christmastime. :( It seems like such a long time ago now, when I could sleep when I wanted, eat when I wanted, and lie about in the house all day long watching the snow and thinking how beautiful it is.

Pah. It isn't beautiful when you have to go sliding and staggering about in it for half an hour to get to the station for work every day.

That indefinable something....

I'm having one of those days today where I'm trying to find my soul. I somehow don't think I'll find it on Fanfiction.net, or Twitter, or Livejournal, but I can try.

Really need to do some writing. I'm psyching myself up to it. I kind of want to go and play in the snow, but I also kind of don't because it's cold. And tomorrow I have to go to work and interect with people and be sensible and businesslike and professional... urhhh.

Holy F***!!

It's November in 31 days time. And I am never never never going to pull off my word count goal. Never in a million years of Novembers. I can barely manage to scrape together 30,000 words a month, never mind 100,000.

Hmm. Well, at the very least I can try and beat last years total of 80k. If I do that much I will be seriously impressed.

On Writing (warning: rant)

Wow. I wrote 4248 words today. I love having days off work and not having anything planned because then I can pretend to be a real author, and that this is actually my job.

When I have days like this, I feel like I could seriously do this every day for the rest of my life. I'd probably have a good go at writing 4000 words every day, too.

It's one thing writing and disciplining yourself to write when you have had a 3 day weekend, and have had a mimimum of 8 hours a sleep each night for the last 3 days.

It's a completely different story when you are smack in the middle of a working week, with only 6 and a half hours sleep most nights, and the dread of what horrors the rest of the week has in store for you hanging over your head, and only four hours in the evening to do all the millions of things that you need to do, and you can see the tension wired into your face (seriously, I look about 2 years younger on Saturday night than I do on Thursday night. Weird), and writing gets pushed right to the back of the queue in favour of watching Pirates of the Caribbean (again...).

Ok, rant over. I just need to update my progress bars with my super dooper word count. :)