I started this morning with a bit of a cry, so now it's your turn:
Sunday I went to the movies to see Big Hero 6 with my dad, who very patiently sat through the film with me. It was a belated birthday celebration, and I needed something uplifting after the rough times I've been having. I cried then, too.
It was a such a wonderful movie. It really was.
I've noticed I've become more of a crier of late. Perhaps it's stress. Perhaps it's age. Or maybe I've grown a heart (doubtful).
I'm looking forward to this week. If I'm very diligent, I might just finish Human. In fact, I'm very close to the end now. I can almost taste it. Ahhhh.... the end of the first draft. The end of the first draft! My problem may just be that I'll start dreaming about this draft being finished.... and spend so much time in that dream that I never actually get the draft finished. That would not be good.
Discipline! All writers need it.
Wait... where was I?
Oh, right, yes. Getting the first draft done this week. I hope it happens.
If it does, it will have done so through a headache and the haze of a cold brought on by the fluctuating weather and the dip in my immunity brought on by the recent bout of stress. It's a fun time right now. Still, I am determined.
Also, I realised last week that there is a relationship I am going to have to strengthen earlier on in the book for the ending to be more satisfactory. Sigh. I'll probably add that in my cursory edit before I file the manuscript away for a month or two.
My Welsh lessons are going fairly well. I do wish I had an opportunity to practice, though. It's tough, not just because there are very few Welsh speakers that I know, but because I don't know that many phrases. The conversation I could make is extremely limited. I've only just started to learn how to refer to other people (he/she) rather than just you and I.
I need to make some Welsh friends.
I have taken to trying to sleep with the Say Something in Welsh lessons playing so that I might be able to subconsciously absorb them... or something. I used to do that with my school work while in High School sometimes. I'm not sure if it's working, but it can't hurt, right?
Honestly, all I want to do is sleep, but there is so much I have to do. Not to mention I have to be at work for to earn money to pay for things like groceries. Le sigh.
On that note, I really ought to get to work. Lessons first, then to writing. If I'm really good, I might give myself a nap...