Good afternoon, Readers!
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I hope you are all well! I haven't much to report, but no doubt I'll be able to pull an entire essay out of nothing. University taught me well.
First order of business, the November birthday wish to make my reforestation contribution with Trees for Life something wonderful. I haven't calculated the monies coming in from book sales (if there are any... I've not yet checked with my publisher), but the grove boasts five whole trees as of this morning. Five! I know it doesn't seem like much, in the grand scheme of things, but it's not nothing, and I'm really grateful for every tree planted. You're all fantastic for helping make the already beautiful Caledonia a little wilder and more magical.
If you don't want a whole-arse book but would like to buy a tree for my grove to help out all the same, you can do so through this link.
In writing news, I've not written a word in months, but I did receive the edits from Beta Reader One on the second book of the Avalon series. Most of them were very encouraging. I made her cry which... I mean... That's a good thing, in context. It was supposed to be a heart-wrenching scene. I am still working on the Secret Project, which requires a lot of time, so I'm not expecting to be able to start working on those edits until maybe the New Year.
Speaking of the Secret Project, I'm very far behind. I really need to get my butt into gear and get it done. I'm not sure I'll have it done in time to be the Xmas gifts I wanted it to be at this rate, and I'm annoyed at myself. I have been rather slack of an evening, and have been zoning out watching videos when I ought to be working. New resolution: Evenings are for painting, in addition to my lunch hour.
Maybe if I manage to make it a habit, I can re-devote my lunch hour to writing/editing and spend my evenings painting. I have more hours in the evening than I do at lunch, so I could get a lot more done. The trouble is making it a habit. I find that at the end of the workday, I have very little will or brain power to get things done.
Dear Universe,
Please make it so I can write full time so that I might have a little more control over how I spend my limited daily hours, so I can get things done... and sometimes treat myself to a leisurely lunch.
Kind regards,
Me, burnt-out and frustrated.
How's that for an essay out of nothing? I haven't lost the skill. Thank you, Uni. Alright, I have to dash.
Thank you again for supporting my rewilding efforts, and for being generally awesome humans. Love you!
Ciao!
First order of business, the November birthday wish to make my reforestation contribution with Trees for Life something wonderful. I haven't calculated the monies coming in from book sales (if there are any... I've not yet checked with my publisher), but the grove boasts five whole trees as of this morning. Five! I know it doesn't seem like much, in the grand scheme of things, but it's not nothing, and I'm really grateful for every tree planted. You're all fantastic for helping make the already beautiful Caledonia a little wilder and more magical.
If you don't want a whole-arse book but would like to buy a tree for my grove to help out all the same, you can do so through this link.
In writing news, I've not written a word in months, but I did receive the edits from Beta Reader One on the second book of the Avalon series. Most of them were very encouraging. I made her cry which... I mean... That's a good thing, in context. It was supposed to be a heart-wrenching scene. I am still working on the Secret Project, which requires a lot of time, so I'm not expecting to be able to start working on those edits until maybe the New Year.
Speaking of the Secret Project, I'm very far behind. I really need to get my butt into gear and get it done. I'm not sure I'll have it done in time to be the Xmas gifts I wanted it to be at this rate, and I'm annoyed at myself. I have been rather slack of an evening, and have been zoning out watching videos when I ought to be working. New resolution: Evenings are for painting, in addition to my lunch hour.
Maybe if I manage to make it a habit, I can re-devote my lunch hour to writing/editing and spend my evenings painting. I have more hours in the evening than I do at lunch, so I could get a lot more done. The trouble is making it a habit. I find that at the end of the workday, I have very little will or brain power to get things done.
Dear Universe,
Please make it so I can write full time so that I might have a little more control over how I spend my limited daily hours, so I can get things done... and sometimes treat myself to a leisurely lunch.
Kind regards,
Me, burnt-out and frustrated.
How's that for an essay out of nothing? I haven't lost the skill. Thank you, Uni. Alright, I have to dash.
Thank you again for supporting my rewilding efforts, and for being generally awesome humans. Love you!
Ciao!
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