Brainsmear

Can't concentrate on anything today. Or, in fact, this week. Not feeling particularly ill or tired - I think it's just a general up-to-there-ness with work that will only be fixed with a few proper days off. Luckily I have a week-and-a-bit booked off starting next Wednesday. Unfortunately those days will most likely be jam-packed with poetry and physics. Whoops.

Feeling exceptionally jealous of all the people on the poetry course who are going on to do the full creative writing course next year. Keep having to remind myself that there's no way I can fit it in until I get a bit better at managing my work hours.

However, that would mean doing less overtime. And I need overtime because I spend way too much money on gigs and cocktails and shiny things. Managed to run out of money this month and still have bookclub and Wendyhouse to come before payday, which means I'm going to need to raid the Dragon*Con money. Again.

How much do kidneys go for these days?

Of course, the best way to deal with this would be to start looking into ways to make money out of writing. Which I will. One day. Um.

Oh well, back to drawing things.

Otter has finally decided to look like an otter, rather than a dog, or a meercat, or a snake, although he might still be a bit skinny. Need to scan and ink him quickly before he changes his mind again. Or her mind, maybe? If he is a boy, I haven't drawn him any dangly bits, but then again they might be streamlined on otters...

Then I just need to drop a large weight on an unsuspecting project managers head. Because I can.