Today in the Magic Thermos. Nothing. Again. I left it at work. Again.
Sigh.
Today is week two of what I have dubbed Hell's Fortnight. That is, the first two weeks back at training after a break. This is the fortnight made of pain, of exhaustion, tears and regrets. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it? In any case, I did much better this week than last, and I can already feel that I'm not going to be in nearly as much pain as I was last week. This is a good thing.
In other boring training news, I forgot to bring my running shoes last night, so I didn't run.
Told you it was boring.
Writing went well, considering I have been off it for a while while editing Human. I'm not especially thrilled with the two thousand words I wrote yesterday, but I'm just getting my groove back, and hopefully I'll get back into the swing of it and feel more comfortable writing today. I have a feeling that this section is going to need a considerable rewrite. Still, it's down on paper and I can move on. Or I might do something I very rarely do... I might go through and do some considerable editing of that section today. It really is bothering me.
I am looking forward to getting my head back in the proper place for writing this book. I can tell I'm really excited about it because I have scenes running through my head as I'm walking to and from work. It's the last thing I think of before going to bed and the first thing I think of when I wake up.
It's essentially a lover.
This is why I will be forever alone.
Anyway, the story is making itself heard, which is a good thing. For some reason, I'm finding it tougher to get it onto the page than I did before I started editing Human. This better not turn into another Human. I don't want to be spending the entire year at the computer attempting to draw blood from a stone.
I'm, of course, getting stressed for no reason. Despite it being sub-par in my opinion, I did manage to hit my daily target yesterday, with a fair amount of time to spare. So I'm obviously writing at a good pace. It'll be fine.
I hope.
There isn't much else to relate. I'm off to training, as per usual this evening. The same tomorrow evening... and Thursday as well. I'm going to be studying Welsh in the morning, writing in the afternoon, just as I do every day (except Fridays). Random thought: certain people keep telling me how interesting the stuff I do is. It doesn't feel that way to me. It feels mundane and quite dull. I suppose it would, if it's routine.
Right, well, on that note, I should go study some Welsh. Then write. Then train. Here is today's funny picture:
Stay Bless !!!