It hasn’t been a particularly tough week. Slow, actually, which might be worse. I’ve been tinkering with a few things, but haven’t had enough blocks of time to fully concentrate on anything. I’ve been trying to schedule an appointment with someone. We were supposed to meet Monday. First she cancelled and rescheduled. Then I had to reschedule. Then she rescheduled again. Finally, she emailed me and said, “I completely forgot what I had wanted to meet with you about. Let’s reschedule for next week.” Sort of sums up my week.
Plus, I’ve been staying up really, really late every night. I have been writing. I’m only up to 22,000 words. I will write again tonight and then I plan to spend a few hours at Starbucks this weekend. I should probably try to make it to at least 30,000 or so by Monday. Ugh. I can always write in the car on the way to my dad’s for Thanksgiving. Yeah, that’ll work.
Last year at this time, I was dreading visiting my mother. I’m thankful I’m not doing that this year.
I’m working on some potential life-changing things and I think that has me up in arms as well. As soon as I can let everyone in on them, I will. Also, it seems everyone around me is working on life-changing things. Kind of stressful, really.