In which much wafflage about subjects of various note

I have read the paper, and it has conformed to my expectations. To wit: all news is bad. Earthquakes, nursing home and health service scandals, politicians telling lies, politicians telling the truth, SF/IRA bosses in the drugs trade.

And in continuing bad news, both my hotmail e-mail account and my college e-mail account are giving me 'page not found' messages when I try to access them. Bah.

And writing has fallen by the wayside, since I am exhausted this weekend. A week of train journeys, followed by karate class yesterday and karate grading - two and a half hours worth threreof - today. Plus biological hazardousness. And oh, it's finally decided to be autumn, which means the skies are grey and threatening rain, and the wind chills and blusters from the north.

And next week. Gods and little fishes, next week. I'm in university, but y'know what I was thinking, walking through that impressive Trinity front gate for the first time? F*ck, I'm supposed to be an adult now?

( Wafflage: )

Ah, well. Tout ca change, tout c'est le meme chose I felt like this the first three months of secondary school, too, (well, except for the 'supposed to be an adult' part) and that passed off without too many ill affects.

I'll get used to it.

In which much wafflage about subjects of various note

I have read the paper, and it has conformed to my expectations. To wit: all news is bad. Earthquakes, nursing home and health service scandals, politicians telling lies, politicians telling the truth, SF/IRA bosses in the drugs trade.

And in continuing bad news, both my hotmail e-mail account and my college e-mail account are giving me 'page not found' messages when I try to access them. Bah.

And writing has fallen by the wayside, since I am exhausted this weekend. A week of train journeys, followed by karate class yesterday and karate grading - two and a half hours worth threreof - today. Plus biological hazardousness. And oh, it's finally decided to be autumn, which means the skies are grey and threatening rain, and the wind chills and blusters from the north.

And next week. Gods and little fishes, next week. I'm in university, but y'know what I was thinking, walking through that impressive Trinity front gate for the first time? F*ck, I'm supposed to be an adult now?

( Wafflage: )

Ah, well. Tout ca change, tout c'est le meme chose I felt like this the first three months of secondary school, too, (well, except for the 'supposed to be an adult' part) and that passed off without too many ill affects.

I'll get used to it.

In which there is wafflage, and moaning

I don't have the concentration to work on the novel right now. I'm working on two shorts instead, one tentatively titled 'The Names of God', one without a title which headwormed me on Friday night. Actually it was very early Saturday morning, but still.

Progress notes Sunday October 09

New words: 488
Dreamdark words: 0
General wafflage: I don't know how to write a short story, but I'm trying.
Moaning: I received a rejection from Strange Horizons (http://www.strangehorizons.com): quite an encouraging one, actually. However, this may go somewhat towards explaining why I'm feeling as though I don't know how to write (and why should I bother trying, etc). I understand this will pass in time. However, I wish it would pass now. I don't need any more feelings of inadequacy, thank you very much. Starting university has given me quite enough of them already.

In which there is wafflage, and moaning

I don't have the concentration to work on the novel right now. I'm working on two shorts instead, one tentatively titled 'The Names of God', one without a title which headwormed me on Friday night. Actually it was very early Saturday morning, but still.

Progress notes Sunday October 09

New words: 488
Dreamdark words: 0
General wafflage: I don't know how to write a short story, but I'm trying.
Moaning: I received a rejection from Strange Horizons (http://www.strangehorizons.com): quite an encouraging one, actually. However, this may go somewhat towards explaining why I'm feeling as though I don't know how to write (and why should I bother trying, etc). I understand this will pass in time. However, I wish it would pass now. I don't need any more feelings of inadequacy, thank you very much. Starting university has given me quite enough of them already.

(no subject)

Sent short story out again. May it have better luck than the last time, please.

(no subject)

Sent short story out again. May it have better luck than the last time, please.