After last week, I am so pumped up about my work.
In the last seven days, I made several positive steps on my novel. I’ve been working on two novels and in the last several days, I made a difficult decision about which of the two novels I’m working on to pursue. I made some contacts who will help me with that novel. I Netflixed material to help me research the novel and I wrote like a madwoman.
I am so excited about the novel that anyone within earshot has been assaulted with my plot. I haven’t been this excited about a piece of fiction since high school.
So of course, it’s worked out that this is the week when I have to put the novel aside to write the first draft of my third semester project. This is annoying, because a few weeks ago I was so excited about my thesis that I would have gladly tossed the novel by the wayside to work on the project.
Ah well. I have no choice. I have a deadline, and I’ll be able to write both my novel and my project, but I’m irritated that I have to split my time between the two.