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Dec. 22nd, 2005 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo sleepy. Should not be up. Why am I up on a day when I have no work?
Actually I've been totally slacking the past two. Three days? I said I'd have the novel submitted by Monday. I totally lied.
Actually I was also awaiting the arrival of my own copy of the Chicago manual of style. Which is no excuse; I could have gotten it from the library like I usually do. Figured I'd get my own copy now. But still. I'm all out of excuses now. And I'm almost frikkin' done. Which is why I'm coming up with all these last minute excuses. Which I really should stop. It's still so bloody terrifying. I have this fear, now, the latest in the series, of being that annoying person at the conference who's submitted to every publisher there and they just can't get rid of her but still no one wants...
I really need a smack upside the head don't I? Yes. Shut up, Jag. Write the damn book. It'll be fine. If it's not, you'll edit it till it is. Write the damn book. And stop staying up till 2 in the morning and eating cookies for breakfast. Those are the ways of the old Jag. This is the new Jag. Who exercises and eats healthy and drinks plenty of water and writes when she's supposed to. Remember?
Right.
First on the order of business is definitely a little more sleep, though. And then some breakfast. Tag comments and posts while I'm eating. And then a glass of water and some writing. And then a break for a little RP. I don't have work today, only have work a little while tomorrow. And even if I'm working almost full shifts the next two weeks, I'm not working more than four days a week. Money dictates I should work most to all of my scheduled hours. But that doesn't mean I should stop writing, not if I can work full hours and still write.
Oogh. Still sleepy though. Back to bed for a little while. If I don't see y'all before you leave or disappear for whatever family oriented thing you're going to, or friend-oriented, or just away, Merry Christmas. Or whatever. You know what I mean. Yawn. Back to bed.
Actually I've been totally slacking the past two. Three days? I said I'd have the novel submitted by Monday. I totally lied.
Actually I was also awaiting the arrival of my own copy of the Chicago manual of style. Which is no excuse; I could have gotten it from the library like I usually do. Figured I'd get my own copy now. But still. I'm all out of excuses now. And I'm almost frikkin' done. Which is why I'm coming up with all these last minute excuses. Which I really should stop. It's still so bloody terrifying. I have this fear, now, the latest in the series, of being that annoying person at the conference who's submitted to every publisher there and they just can't get rid of her but still no one wants...
I really need a smack upside the head don't I? Yes. Shut up, Jag. Write the damn book. It'll be fine. If it's not, you'll edit it till it is. Write the damn book. And stop staying up till 2 in the morning and eating cookies for breakfast. Those are the ways of the old Jag. This is the new Jag. Who exercises and eats healthy and drinks plenty of water and writes when she's supposed to. Remember?
Right.
First on the order of business is definitely a little more sleep, though. And then some breakfast. Tag comments and posts while I'm eating. And then a glass of water and some writing. And then a break for a little RP. I don't have work today, only have work a little while tomorrow. And even if I'm working almost full shifts the next two weeks, I'm not working more than four days a week. Money dictates I should work most to all of my scheduled hours. But that doesn't mean I should stop writing, not if I can work full hours and still write.
Oogh. Still sleepy though. Back to bed for a little while. If I don't see y'all before you leave or disappear for whatever family oriented thing you're going to, or friend-oriented, or just away, Merry Christmas. Or whatever. You know what I mean. Yawn. Back to bed.