Well, started off today in a depressive funk, thinking that I wouldn't get anything done. Somehow, however, I managed to pull 1,785 words out of my ass...and I finally got to write that horrible, sick, heart-wrenching scene I've been pushing towards. Yay!
I swear, nothing helps you feel better like writing. I was so stressed about everything this morning: my job, the fact that another job called, my sweet but evil cat, money...everything! But I started writing, and once I got into the flow I began to feel better. Woo!
I'm not sure that the job I'm applying for is going to be right for me. It might be wonderful, and either way it's not a forever job (do they even make those any more?), but I'm worried all the same. This worry has turned my thoughts to something I've thought about (and applied for) before...the George Bennett Writer in Residence Fellowship up in Exeter, NH. I applied once, a few years ago (with a not-so-strong piece, now that I think about it) and was rejected. They were ever so polite about it...but it was a rejection nonetheless. The more I begin worrying about the future the more I start to think that this fellowship might be PERFECT for me. I'd have a full year to focus on my writing (see, I told you this blog had something to do with writing!), to finally finish my novel (gasp, that damn word again! Out, out!), and to edit it up enough that it'd be ready for publication. It'd also give me the chance to work with kids, something I've thought about in the past. I've tried to get a teaching job, but evidently a Master's just isn't what it used to be grumblegrumblegrumble. Anyway, if I got the fellowship I'd be helping young writers, and I could also get involved with their theatre or choir...or even help them start a Quidditch league! THAT WOULD BE AMAZING.
Anyway, the chances are slim to none that I could get it, but if I can keep up even one-tenth of the pace I've been going at I should have a decent beginning of a novel by the time the deadline rolls around...and hopefully by then I'll have a stand-out section that I can send them. In fact, I think I know what section I'd like to send...maybe.......
Of course, that's if I can keep up the pace. Which brings me to my next worry: my new job. I am betting that time for writing there will be next to nil. I'm going to try to write at night and on the weekends, but I know it'll really cut down on my production. Hopefully I can at least keep up with 500 words per day...otherwise I'll have to re-name this blog, and that would just be terribly embarrassing.
Anyway, I'm running late, so I must depart. I'm off to attend a bachelorette dinner (no, no strippers or pasties, sadly) for a friend of mine who's in from out of town. Oh, and get my phone fixed. Again. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRR.
Nighty Noodles!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 18,758
Writing Mode: Rejuvenated!
*EDIT: I've just realized that the name of this post is terribly unclear. I spoke with my sister and a friend of mine today, and both stressed that I shouldn't worry about getting my novel done right now. It takes time to write a good book, they said, wagging their fingers, and if I rush too much my prose might suffer. This reminded me of the saying that Rome was not built in a day, and of the poem Ozymandias, where a lifetime of work was reduced to nothing. Don't worry, kids: I won't rush...too much ;}~
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