I’m 100% torn. To make it worse, I’m torn three ways. I have some free time, so should I: A) work on my writing course – the plan for the novel I want to write for NaNo so need to send like tomorrow. B) Work on the stuff I said I’d help my family with for their business. Stupidly I said I should be able to get this done by the weekend or C) work on my novel Holiday.
Short term I’ll do C). I NEED to write 250 words for it today or I’ll get kicked off NovelPI. I have no intention of doing this just before NaNo starts. If I can’t do 250 words a day, how do I expect to do 1667?
1667? I must be mad. Again!
If I don’t do the writing course assignment I’ll be so mad with myself. I wanted to do the plan as my next assignment and get it back ‘marked’ (commented on anyway) before NaNo starts. That’s probably not going to happen. On the other hand, this is a family business I could do with working on. A business that could make me money. Maybe enough money to give up my second job. AGH. I don’t know what to do.
Probably blogging about it isn’t going to help. Neither is worrying about it instead of doing one or the other. Maybe I’ll toss a coin. Maybe I’ll just go to bed and worry about it in the morning.
I’ve just realised it’s nearly Friday. That can only mean Fiction Friday. But I’ve not even read through people’s stories from last week. And my google reader account? Well that’s sitting at like 350/400 unread blogs. How do I get myself into these things?
The good thing is my housemate goes away on Friday. I’ll have a week at home alone. I’ll try not to make too many plans next week, then come home after work and write and work on this family thing. Yay. A friend of mine was saying today how awesome it would be to live alone. It so would. Having said that, my problems don’t just lie within living with someone, they also lie within that nasty nasty site, Facebook. Or more specifically Bejeweled and Bubble Spinner. I’m addicted. Some people have alcohol, some drugs. Me? I have Facebook games. And I’m not even that good at them 😦
Ok, I’ll stop moaning about how horrific my life is now. I’ll go and write. And while I’m writing, I’ll decide what to do next… Or maybe I’ll decide when I’ve finished writing. Either way…