Tuesday, 4 February 2014

18.

I wish I had an update. But I've spent a week with absolutely no writing and no reading either. The no reading part is worse, I think. I spent a three or so year period when I was doing my PhD not reading for fun. I was working ridiculous hours each week, and although I still wrote, as a way to save my sanity, I rarely read anything. In fact, I think the only books I read were the last Harry Potter the day it came out (I took a day off from the lab, which was Highly Unusual Behaviour) and a couple of Discworld and Gaiman novels as they came out. Nothing else. Once I graduated and got into a happier situation, I promised myself I would continue to read. There are things I should be reading (for other people) and there are things I want to read (for myself) and I'm doing neither. Ugh.

In my slight defense, I've stopped reading because my usual reading time (10pm onwards) has now become my sleeping time. I've shifted my day a bit earlier to fit in things like the gym, work, actually cooking meals each night, and some MOOCs I've been interested in taking. Which means other things have slid. I still need to set up a writing space- that's a priority once the weather turns good enough to carry on painting, but it only just occurred to me that it's just as important to set up a reading space too. There's a little nook in the office that would be just right for a comfy chair and small bookcase to keep the 'To Read' pile on.

I'm also trying to get myself to rewrite this thing that, if I want to submit it, is due next week. I think I need my first rejection to really see if I can handle this business. And weirdly, what scares me more is what will happen if I don't get rejected. Somehow that's much more terrifying.

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