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Working towards hope.
I'm not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. No, I don't have my dates mixed up.
Last December was sort of a working vacation for me - I describe it as such because I was working as close to full-time as I've come in a good long while, and because I got a reprieve from a lot of my ongoing responsibilities. Because of the work, I didn't have to worry about cover letters, and my ongoing long-term part-time jobs were off for the month as well. Tomorrow I have to get back to them. I've still got a couple of weeks left at the nearly full-time job, possibly as many as three. But that'll be over soon, and I'll be back to the ongoing hunt. The most I can muster is resignation over the eventuality.
What I hope to do, that I might or might not be able to maintain, is keep up the steady writing pace of four to six thousand words a week I've been managing these last couple of weeks. It's been easy when there hasn't been much of anything hanging over me from work, where the most I take with me is some annoyance my MP3 player ran out of battery power before I was ready to leave for the day. The frustration and resentment from cover letters takes longer to dissipate. I know now that I can get a lot of words out each week. What I'd better work on is maintaining that, because I ended December with 60,000 words on my WIP, and I'd like to see January come to a close with 80,000. My original goal had been to finish the roughest of the rough drafts with brackets and notes galore by my birthday, and if I can find a way to maintain this, I think I'll be able to accomplish that.
Now to break out the Chambord and make a toast to the end of vacation.
Last December was sort of a working vacation for me - I describe it as such because I was working as close to full-time as I've come in a good long while, and because I got a reprieve from a lot of my ongoing responsibilities. Because of the work, I didn't have to worry about cover letters, and my ongoing long-term part-time jobs were off for the month as well. Tomorrow I have to get back to them. I've still got a couple of weeks left at the nearly full-time job, possibly as many as three. But that'll be over soon, and I'll be back to the ongoing hunt. The most I can muster is resignation over the eventuality.
What I hope to do, that I might or might not be able to maintain, is keep up the steady writing pace of four to six thousand words a week I've been managing these last couple of weeks. It's been easy when there hasn't been much of anything hanging over me from work, where the most I take with me is some annoyance my MP3 player ran out of battery power before I was ready to leave for the day. The frustration and resentment from cover letters takes longer to dissipate. I know now that I can get a lot of words out each week. What I'd better work on is maintaining that, because I ended December with 60,000 words on my WIP, and I'd like to see January come to a close with 80,000. My original goal had been to finish the roughest of the rough drafts with brackets and notes galore by my birthday, and if I can find a way to maintain this, I think I'll be able to accomplish that.
Now to break out the Chambord and make a toast to the end of vacation.