What is this entry? I’m not sure.

Just got a pretty in depth email confirming that I am registered for this online course. It has all sort of info about submissions, the amount of writing time needing to be dedicated to the course per week, etc.

I think this is what I need to force me to buckle down. Because I am a crazy perfectionist who always does well in school-type things, I will make sure to create the time and space to write. That’s the idea, anyway.

This class is more about short stories than novels; it’s sort of a warm-up to further writing classes. I am not a short story writer, and I think there are a lot of benefits to be gained from honing my skills. Still, I’m used to the leisure of having hundreds of pages to tell my story. Cutting that down to 5,000 words seems….interesting.

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My first client’s mum texted me to cancel his appointment this morning. I don’t have another meeting until 1 pm. There would have been a time when this was a glorious chance to just wander around work (‘work’ being a large area in my city, with several places in it where I meet clients or co-workers) and dabble in organising things, chatting with friends/co-workers, etc etc. All the little mundane things that seem almost fun because they aren’t real work.

Today, though, I have loads of data inputting to do. My client meeting this morning would have rescued me from doing this…because I am c-c-crap with finding the motivation to sticking to this database stuff. Still, maybe I’ll try to finish it all before 1.

Wow, is this exciting or WHAT?

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In the shower I often go into what Opposite Gender Soulmate and I dub ‘dream sequences.’ You know, I’ve been living on a desert island, learning the language of the people. A mean representative of the western world comes to threaten my adopted home (as the result of shipwreck, of course), and I have to act as some sort of interpretting and mediating wonder.

Yeah, I know.

Anyway, today I was thinking up insults that teenagers who are proper dorks AND love Harry Potter would say. Shit like, ‘I’m gonna throw this Quaffle at your face and leave an empty ring behind.’ That was the best I could do. I also seemed stuck on Quaffle jokes.

I don’t know what this says about me. So I certainly won’t tell you that I created a whole story involving a broken engagement, a ring, and a Quaffle.

Jesus.

Tags: day job, writing