Feeling slightly more human and less brain dead today. Urge to crawl under desk and make nest there receding. On the other hand I am horribly itchy and slightly snuffly, which I am currently ignoring, as I am far too busy to be ill.
Trying to post a daily update as part of that whole get back into writing thing. My poetry course starts next week and I still owe people short stories which are lurking somewhere at the back of my brain, whimpering and begging to be released. I'm choosing to believe that typing a few lines of nonsense at lunchtime will somehow push me into sitting down and writing when I get home. Really. It will. In reality, this is likely to be as successful as my plan to get to the gym every day (which is already suffering under two-and-a-half counts of fail) but I shall indulge the belief while it lasts.
Probably two days. Three at the outside.
Actually considering meandering along to both Friday Flock and Black Sheep this weekend while I am still in a post-Whitby socialising type of mood. Whitby always leaves me feeling guilty that there are some people in Leeds that I see less than those that live at the other end of the country. Must make more effort to actually leave the house and see people.
Or maybe not. Just checked bank account and seen how much money I managed to burn through over the weekend. Oops! Maybe I might go hide under the desk after all...
Trying to post a daily update as part of that whole get back into writing thing. My poetry course starts next week and I still owe people short stories which are lurking somewhere at the back of my brain, whimpering and begging to be released. I'm choosing to believe that typing a few lines of nonsense at lunchtime will somehow push me into sitting down and writing when I get home. Really. It will. In reality, this is likely to be as successful as my plan to get to the gym every day (which is already suffering under two-and-a-half counts of fail) but I shall indulge the belief while it lasts.
Probably two days. Three at the outside.
Actually considering meandering along to both Friday Flock and Black Sheep this weekend while I am still in a post-Whitby socialising type of mood. Whitby always leaves me feeling guilty that there are some people in Leeds that I see less than those that live at the other end of the country. Must make more effort to actually leave the house and see people.
Or maybe not. Just checked bank account and seen how much money I managed to burn through over the weekend. Oops! Maybe I might go hide under the desk after all...