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Feb. 5th, 2013 08:50 pmThis week can end any time it likes.
Except I am still throat-deep in calendars, so I know exactly when it will end, and it will not end FOREVER. I don't care what the poets say, February is the cruelest month. It's invariably the worst month ever, which is why it's so short, in my opinion. It is no coincidence that our budgets are all due in February, and that it's when I get all my tax paperwork. Thank christ for H&R Block's online tax prep, which uses very small words and asks very specific questions. The one time I tried to do my own taxes, it ended...badly.
FEBRUARY.
Fortunately, depending on your point of view, next week will be short. It's RETREAT TIME. The corporate retreat is coming up next week, so I will be falling possibly even more silent than I have been, lately. Mainly I get to go and watch colleagues drink and inadvisably hook up; I believe last year I heard something along the lines of "We'll talk later, or make out" and I'm not sure anything can top that but I'm willing for them to try.
Because this week has been so crazy it's become evident to me that I'm not making proper time for writing; when I get a moment to breathe I'm too tired, and when I get home I have a thousand things to do here. I've gotten a few words written on a comic book script a friend and I are collaborating on (porn, speakeasies, butts!) and there's a fanfic that I'm plodding along on, but that's about it. I'm going to try to start carving out time to write again. Sometimes a break is what's needed, I suppose.
Except I am still throat-deep in calendars, so I know exactly when it will end, and it will not end FOREVER. I don't care what the poets say, February is the cruelest month. It's invariably the worst month ever, which is why it's so short, in my opinion. It is no coincidence that our budgets are all due in February, and that it's when I get all my tax paperwork. Thank christ for H&R Block's online tax prep, which uses very small words and asks very specific questions. The one time I tried to do my own taxes, it ended...badly.
FEBRUARY.
Fortunately, depending on your point of view, next week will be short. It's RETREAT TIME. The corporate retreat is coming up next week, so I will be falling possibly even more silent than I have been, lately. Mainly I get to go and watch colleagues drink and inadvisably hook up; I believe last year I heard something along the lines of "We'll talk later, or make out" and I'm not sure anything can top that but I'm willing for them to try.
Because this week has been so crazy it's become evident to me that I'm not making proper time for writing; when I get a moment to breathe I'm too tired, and when I get home I have a thousand things to do here. I've gotten a few words written on a comic book script a friend and I are collaborating on (porn, speakeasies, butts!) and there's a fanfic that I'm plodding along on, but that's about it. I'm going to try to start carving out time to write again. Sometimes a break is what's needed, I suppose.
