It's Thursday. I wrote. It wasn't Novelling, but it was a lot less worthless than some of the other things I do that aren't Novelling.
It went something like this...
One of my (many) (unrealistically optimistic) goals is to usefully split my writing hours between novels, short stories, and the more lucrative but less artistic freelance stuff. The splitting thing hasn't been happening yet; a day tends thus far to fall in one camp or another rather than time-sharing between them. I have discovered myself to be inordinately susceptible to the siren song of "Yay, I did something! Good for me! I can slack off now." So after doing one thing, I tend to turn into a bum for the rest of the day. (It's a known character flaw. I'm working on it.) But for not having that quite under control yet, I seem to have actually spent time in both the "freelance" and "short stories" quadrants today. I'm pretty pleased with the outcome: a resume, a successful (thus far) job application, and a brand new short-short all polished and ready for prime-time--for those values of "prime-time" which appreciate/publish tawdry little soft-erotica tease pieces. (Shocked, just
shocked, you are. I know.)
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