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I wasn’t really happy with the wordcount from 2013. I didn’t write much, couldn’t even finish an innocent NaNoWriMo novel for that matter and disappointment hung in the air like a dirty, unwashed wife beater that still smells of that one time you tried to exercise and it didn’t quite work out and you don’t want to go to the memory ever again. Literally.
What? No one experiences disappointment this way? Read More January Writing Stats (Or How I Talked Myself out of Being Productive)
It’s March! Hey, who kidnapped me and drugged me until it was March?! Huh?! Was it you?*
February has been a month devoted to recuperation. After encountering RSI (Oh, hai there, RSI, please don’t make me squeal like a wounded animal) for the first time, most of what I did in February concerned swift recuperation.** As I don’t do well with pain, I teetered out of control and went off course with what I intended to achieve this month. Nevertheless, I feel February as a month dedicated to stasis and mending. It’s rooted in my biology to hibernate during February. If January is the dramatic rebirth, February is the short spell of repletion as a necessary prerequisite to take on the months to follow. I take time to adjust my Lycra super hero suit and brave another year as the masked avenger known under the moniker Twenty Something – expert at self deprecation, artistic doubt and unrealistic expectations. Read More The February Achievements: Melancholy Edition
Chaos.
Chaos everywhere.
Blocks of Verdana text explode everywhere. I run for cover, but nothing can save from the keys. They hunt you by the silence when you hold your fingers really still. They come for you and they force you to type, type, type, until your joints burn and the pain cream sizzles on your skin, just a useless salve. Read More Week 7: The Harry Plug-In
As I need to take charge over what I produce in the coming year, I have decided to track myself in action. It’s true; I set up a surveillance post in front of my house, where I sat in my mother’s green Citroen and waited for me to make a move. Copious amounts of coffee, three and a half seasons of Buffy and a trip to the doctor later, I’ve discovered a crucial lead about my activity for the past month: January has decided to spearhead the future of cloning. Read More January Accomplishments
As part of the recovery process, I shouldn’t really exert myself with unnecessary typing. This lil’ peace of heaven pretty much fills up this category. I have made a promise to provide a content as a means to facilitate my personal and professional growth, yet I’m positive my writing right here will amount to less than expected. Read More Decisions, decisions, decisions
It’s been eerily quiet, which is never good once you make a grand promise at being a little chatty brat and talk, talk, talk, but life as usual has been excellent at surprising me in the most intriguing ways. I have been silent (here and on projects) for two predominant reasons, okay, maybe three.
Read More Last Monday of January: A Month of Non-Accomplishment