I ought to be playing Dungeons and Dragons right now, but I’m down with a tired headache that’s dogged me most of the day. I felt like I was on the knife edge of either being tired or getting sick – that point where you know that if you don’t rest you’ll have a cold in a couple of days. So I sent a sad Twitter message and spent the day watching a reality show loosely styled as a documentary about a coal mine in the US. And doing laundry. And reading. But not much else.
I checked and have successfully dropped the project management course that I was supposed to start in a week. I’ve been working on a new short story, trying to move myself into a habit of writing in the evenings. The thought of doing the course was appealing several months ago, when I was just finishing up the degree, but I’m only filled with rebellious thoughts about homework. The writing is going well. Slowly, but well, and I’ve been cautiously pleased about it. The trick now is to keep it up, and to write steadily. I don’t think I’ll be going to the Banff Centre this year. Instead of waiting for a burst of writing activity over several weeks, I’m going to work at retraining myself for consistent effort. Steady progression. That sort of thing.
And now to bed, I think. A chapter or two of Mansfield Park before I go, but I’m turning in early tonight.