Sigh. I’m in a particularly angsty period at the moment, triggered by all sorts of stuff that really shouldn’t bother me. It makes me useless and unproductive, and the neglecting of chores builds stress which induces further incapacity to get a hold of myself and do something meaningful with my time. Not today, seems to have been the involuntary mantra of the past weeks. I haven’t even been blogging, as you might have noticed.
Oh well, enough with the whine! I did accomplish something today. At long last, I finished the second draft of my goddamned book. Success! It is marginally less shitty than the first one, but I am still nervous about having more than a handful of people read it. But never mind that, because I actually sent it to a whole bunch of people who volunteered as beta readers. I’m both dreading and looking forward to the criticism.
My master’s thesis is going straight to hell (judging by the panic I feel when I think about it at least). But I’m having greater success in other areas. I wrote a hell of a good poem a couple of weeks ago, and I liked it so much that I signed up for participation in a poetry slam event. So in two weeks I’ll be competing, reading poetry in public for the first time ever. Yikes! Still, if I manage to go through with it, it will be a long-held dream come true.
That’s it for now. Just had to point out to myself and the world in general that I’m not completely useless, even though I’m undoubtedly failing to prioritise things the way I should.
Love and writing,
Winterdragon
