09.21.08
Round And Round
This week has been more than a little hectic. I’ve just now got the chance to sit down for a short amount of time, and here I am, with too many things I could do that I have no idea what I will do. Of course, by typing this, I’ve effectively solved that problem, if only until I finish this post.
Part of why I wound up so badly short on time was due to work. See, I work on the opposite end of town from my home, and if I don’t get out of work early enough– on time, given how early I get in– then I get stuck in an hour and a half of traffic, which frustrates me and makes the day far more wasted than otherwise. So to circumvent this I was taking the Basroil with me to Panera, so I could get caught up on e-mail and other things. Naturally, the wi-fi at Panera was down all week. On the plus side, I had the foresight to also bring the PSP along, which is how I got through Gradius.
Writing has been slow going because, well, when I spend most of my day running up and down stairs arguing with people as to why I might need authority to access the program I wrote to test it, it’s a little draining of the goodwill and optimism I need to write Blueberries. Still, Friday calmed down quite a bit, and I was able to get an outline done for what might be an alternate project for NaNo ‘08.
Which is coming up pretty quickly, isn’t it? There’s just about six weeks left before the first of November, and depending on how things go, I might elect to finish the second draft (in essence, not really following with the NaNo concept), or I might start work on the “prequel”, or I could set it aside and do the alternate project– which isn’t writing at all. Well, all right, there’s some writing involved, but not nearly as much. There’s still time to consider, really, but I’m not sure what I want to do. OK, so I want to do all of them, but I only have a finite amount of time.
One thing which does warrant a little bit of discussion is what this time of year feels like to me. Last year I was shifting from the Uniontown job to where I am now, and dealing with some things a bit beyond what I could handle alone. This year, however, I’m getting anxious for the deeper part of fall. I still remember how I first arrived here in Pittsburgh, and the first weekend I had to myself: wrapping myself in a blanket in my living room while the lightest snowfall began, alternating my attention between football and Final Fantasy XII. This year, things won’t change much, but overall I’m quite happy with that. Barring living with my parents, this is the longest I’ve stayed in one place. Two years… it’s almost unthinkable, but it happened, and for the moment, I am happy in this place.
For the time being, folks, I think I know what I’m going to do: finish my laundry and then go get dinner. Maybe today I don’t need to be ‘productive’ to feel like the day was worth something.