Ohmajesus, the first week of school is over and I actually followed through with my commitment to write one hour every day this week. Hooray for me!
It was real touch and go there for a minute though because by the time I had any moments to write I was totally pooped — all that math and science takes up a big old chunk of my day, you know? But I did it, and I’m stoked about it. One week down, and just the rest of my graduate career to go.
There’s kind of a bummer side of things though. Looking over my WIP made me realize that I’d sort of lost the momentum that had carried me through the project so far. When I went back and looked over the pages I didn’t get that little kick of excitement that always kept me plugging away at it in the past. It kind of felt like sitting down for coffee with an old friend but then after talking for a while I realized that we didn’t have all that much in common anymore. Not to say that we won’t be buddies again. Given time, we might start hanging out again, but for now I think we’re going to be on a break. Kind of like Ross and Rachel, but with less laugh tracks in the background.
That’s it for now. I’ve got some ideas for a new project but I’m a little hesitant to go blurting it out on the internet. I feel like telling everybody and their mom about the story will jinx it or something. Ridiculous, I know, but I’m sort of a weirdo when it comes to my writing. When the iron is in the fire then I’ll drop the knowledge bomb.