I started reading a book today

Been far too long since I read any printed fiction. Tried The Bourne Identity. It was tough going. I kept wanting to edit it, if not rewrite outright.

Too bad it belongs to my grandfather... that red pen would have been satisfying.

Undecided: continuing for the next 530 pages and two more books.

Another week

This has been a busy sort of week. Last week I took steps to increase my organisation, mostly by marking my intentions on my calendar. I assigned myself two hours of writing each day until the end of November, at which point I intend to evaluate how well this has worked. Two days of the week were set aside to complete the diary for my industry placement so it can be submitted at the beginning of the semester.

For a while now one of my goals has been to set up a media server for the household. Two days of the week were marked for this, and the previous Saturday for torrenting Mythbuntu to run it with.

Sunday
Writing was scheduled for 1000. Got pushed back to 2000 due to various other activities but went well once I started. 610 new words, wow. I love days when I get to write Crangil speaking. About 260 of those words are his, so delightfully absurd and disturbingly easy to turn out. Even without Crangil's contribution this was one of the most productive years I have had all year. Bit later than I would have liked, so not as much time to do other things I wanted to do. One thing I am concerned about is, knowing I am supposed to be writing the next day too, I find myself tempted to stop early in order to ensure having something to write about tomorrow. Did not do this today.

Monday
Personal interruption. Psychological evaluation, followed by family argument. No heart for writing.

Tuesday
Personal interruption. No writing, no work on media server.

Wednesday
Personal interruption. 22 words of writing for Epic Fantasy, no work on media server. Feeling a bit of a failure, reassigned computer work for next week.

Thursday
Personal interruption. No writing, no work done for next week's class.

Friday
Personal interruption. No writing, no work done for next week's class. Plans for work on hair cancelled in fear.

Saturday
Today Two days ago. Feeling better through the week, disappointed in myself for having so thoroughly wasted it. Increasingly anxious with the weight of everything undone, trying to recover and catch up. At least I made a friend this week.

Some minor work on the Voyager project. Some work on the potential NaNoWriMo project for this year. The project has a tentative name now, but I need to do some (minor) background work before it would be ready for actually writing at such a headlong pace. Still intend to finish the first draft of Epic Fantasy before putting pen to any other story.

I suppose despite the early crash and lack of productivity this was overall a good week. I made a new friend (allieflowlight) and got back in touch with an old friend (coniferous_you). And there was some writing. Writing is good.