The past couple weeks have been a little busy.
That’s an understatement. The past two weeks have been beyond hectic.
As a little life update, I started my MA program in linguistics about a week and a half ago. And I’ve hardly had a chance to catch my breath since.
School, and especially grad school are naturally busy. But this semester I’m particularly overloaded. Due to a weird scholarship thing, I’m taking an extra class for a total of sixteen credit hours (9 is considered full-time). I’m also working fifteen hours a week. And interning at the agency.
I also seem to have developed shin splints, which doesn’t really affect my writing but is annoying anyway.
What I’m getting at, is all this stuff has zapped both the time and energy I have for writing. Even when I find a spare minute to write, I feel too tired. I basically wake up in the mornings and start a count down to when I can sleep again.
This is really discouraging, because this summer I had a lot of time to write. And I have a novel that’s so close to being ready. I can hear my rather sassy protagonist saying, “Pardon me, but don’t you think you ought to finish revising my book? I’m not getting any younger.” I can practically taste the book’s potential.
I just can’t manage to finish writing the book.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this post, but I think I should probably wrap it up so that I can take these precious moments and write rather than about writing. And yeah, I guess that writing this post has made me feel a little less guilty about not writing.
No doubt some of you have found yourself in similar predicaments. So if any of you have advice on how to keep the creative juices flowing when all you really want to do is sleep for a year… Let me know.
For now it’s four months in the fast lane.
Wish me luck.
P.S. I had the great foresight to build up a back log of posts for this blog. So there will be new posts about twice a week til the end of the year. So that’s good.