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...it may be time to get more than six consecutive hours of sleep.
I write this on the train on the way home. It's 2045, dark and raining outside the windows. The city is gleaming orange and yellow and black, and I'm practically - no, no practically about it: I am dopey with the tired.
This week has been exhausting. I'm not an early-morning bird, but apart from today, I've been up at 0600 all week. Gods and fishes but it's wrecking. Today, at least, I had a lie-in: I was in college for 1330, doing prep for an Archaeology Society meeting at 1500. Much was left undecided.
I could learn to hate meetings, I really could.
Still, it'd be worse if we didn't have them. That much I do know. However disorganised we are, things'd be worse if the auditor, treasurer and information officer weren't keeping the rest in the loop.
We'd never get anything done.
I went to a shotokan class at five, in the sports hall. It was... energetic. I have to say, though, that I'm fairly disappointed in the standard of kata I saw from the brown and black belts there: I'm no great shakes at basai dai and teki shodan, but my local sensei insists on a much more consistent standard, even among the six- and seven-year-olds.
The kihon was tough, though. I'm not used to a two-hour class, and even less used to their style of training. Didn't see any kumite, but I'm going to go with my gut and say that's probably what they train hardest for.
Fencing, on the other hand, looks not only energetic but remarkably interesting, to judge from the demonstration I went to yesterday. The college club fences with foil, épée and sabre. Sabre and épée look good, and hey, sharp (well, blunted) pointy objects! Research opportunity! Fun!
I learned tonight that the college bar is a shithole, though. Won't be spending much time there.
I'm trying to figure out my timetable at the moment. BTS hasn't got theirs up yet, but AHA is same as last year. I have at least two early starts - 0900 and 1000 - and once BTS gets theirs up, probably more. 1000 is good, though. 1000 means I can hit the gym at eight, coming off the train, and be showered and human again in time for class.
Here's hoping that BTS doesn't start any earlier than ten.
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I have a feeling that college is going to be hell on my writing. Between lectures, the arch. soc., exercise and study, I may be stretching myself a wee bit thin. Particularly if I'm eligible to sit scholarship exams this year - there's a set of scholarship exams where a First (70% or upwards) gets you five years of free on-campus accommodation and dinner in the Commons every night, and a 2.1 (60% or upwards) catches you an exemption from certain end-of-year exams. Not sure if I can sit them as a (repeating) Junior Freshman, but if I can, that'll be an extra load of study.
Still, I have a (not so) cunning plan. I will write 2100-3500 words of novel and 700-1750 words of short story weekly. Which breaks down to 300-500 words of novel and 100-250 words of short story daily. This is not beyond the realm of possibility. In fact, it's entirely doable, and failure to write to quota shall be laid at the door of laziness.
Also, I will nick other people's metrics thingy as a means of keeping track. But not tonight. Tonight, I sleep the sleep of the unjust anti-early-morning person, for lo! I have another early start tomorrow, whence I shall go forth to duel with IS Services to gain internet access for this precious laptop in college.
Fear me, for I am determined and ungrammatical.
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Memo to self: get money to get earphones to listen to music without pissing off studying people. Music is good.
Also, decide which market to send The Names of God to next.
Thirdly, bear in mind that this Sunday it will have been six weeks since you sent The Queen's Mirror out to Abyss&Apex. You can ping them Monday if they haven't rejected it by then.
Fourthly, find a plot for the damn post-apocalyptic zombies & savages story already.
Fifthly - I'm sure there is a fifthly. Get some sleep so's you can remember it.
I write this on the train on the way home. It's 2045, dark and raining outside the windows. The city is gleaming orange and yellow and black, and I'm practically - no, no practically about it: I am dopey with the tired.
This week has been exhausting. I'm not an early-morning bird, but apart from today, I've been up at 0600 all week. Gods and fishes but it's wrecking. Today, at least, I had a lie-in: I was in college for 1330, doing prep for an Archaeology Society meeting at 1500. Much was left undecided.
I could learn to hate meetings, I really could.
Still, it'd be worse if we didn't have them. That much I do know. However disorganised we are, things'd be worse if the auditor, treasurer and information officer weren't keeping the rest in the loop.
We'd never get anything done.
I went to a shotokan class at five, in the sports hall. It was... energetic. I have to say, though, that I'm fairly disappointed in the standard of kata I saw from the brown and black belts there: I'm no great shakes at basai dai and teki shodan, but my local sensei insists on a much more consistent standard, even among the six- and seven-year-olds.
The kihon was tough, though. I'm not used to a two-hour class, and even less used to their style of training. Didn't see any kumite, but I'm going to go with my gut and say that's probably what they train hardest for.
Fencing, on the other hand, looks not only energetic but remarkably interesting, to judge from the demonstration I went to yesterday. The college club fences with foil, épée and sabre. Sabre and épée look good, and hey, sharp (well, blunted) pointy objects! Research opportunity! Fun!
I learned tonight that the college bar is a shithole, though. Won't be spending much time there.
I'm trying to figure out my timetable at the moment. BTS hasn't got theirs up yet, but AHA is same as last year. I have at least two early starts - 0900 and 1000 - and once BTS gets theirs up, probably more. 1000 is good, though. 1000 means I can hit the gym at eight, coming off the train, and be showered and human again in time for class.
Here's hoping that BTS doesn't start any earlier than ten.
----
I have a feeling that college is going to be hell on my writing. Between lectures, the arch. soc., exercise and study, I may be stretching myself a wee bit thin. Particularly if I'm eligible to sit scholarship exams this year - there's a set of scholarship exams where a First (70% or upwards) gets you five years of free on-campus accommodation and dinner in the Commons every night, and a 2.1 (60% or upwards) catches you an exemption from certain end-of-year exams. Not sure if I can sit them as a (repeating) Junior Freshman, but if I can, that'll be an extra load of study.
Still, I have a (not so) cunning plan. I will write 2100-3500 words of novel and 700-1750 words of short story weekly. Which breaks down to 300-500 words of novel and 100-250 words of short story daily. This is not beyond the realm of possibility. In fact, it's entirely doable, and failure to write to quota shall be laid at the door of laziness.
Also, I will nick other people's metrics thingy as a means of keeping track. But not tonight. Tonight, I sleep the sleep of the unjust anti-early-morning person, for lo! I have another early start tomorrow, whence I shall go forth to duel with IS Services to gain internet access for this precious laptop in college.
Fear me, for I am determined and ungrammatical.
----
Memo to self: get money to get earphones to listen to music without pissing off studying people. Music is good.
Also, decide which market to send The Names of God to next.
Thirdly, bear in mind that this Sunday it will have been six weeks since you sent The Queen's Mirror out to Abyss&Apex. You can ping them Monday if they haven't rejected it by then.
Fourthly, find a plot for the damn post-apocalyptic zombies & savages story already.
Fifthly - I'm sure there is a fifthly. Get some sleep so's you can remember it.
