February 23rd 2015
Today, it is Monday. Very good. Very insightful. Yes.
And for some reason, if I start something, a new regime/plan/leaf/me it always has to be started on a Monday. I think that’s mainly because if for any reason I forget to start the thing on the Monday, I can say “oh, well I can’t start it on a Tuesday I’ll have to wait until Monday again” and then I get 6 free days of being a lazy, worthless waste of space.
But also because it’s the start of a new – something. The start of a new week is a good time to start a new regime/plan/leaf/me. Or maybe I should wait until the first of the month so I can do it for a solid month. Or maybe I should wait until January 1st. Maybe I should start any other day but today.
Today I started writing again. Because today is Monday, and although I was supposed to start last Monday, I forgot to do it then. And I couldn’t start on a Tuesday so I’ve spent the last 6 days being a lazy, worthless waste of space.
But today I wrote. I wrote about 1200 words onto the 9000 words of novel I already have from before.
I’ve done exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do and I just started on an existing novel with no planning, fore-thought or structure. Because really, all I want to do is write. So I did that today.
I wanted to write for ~6 hours but I ended up doing about 1, I wanted to read for a few hours, but that didn’t happen either. I literally do not know what I did in the time when I was supposed to be writing, but it wasn’t anything worth a damn, else I’d be able to remember it.
I planned this week to be a big week for writing, because I thought I didn’t have any coursework to hand in.
I was wrong.
I have coursework to hand in. Coursework for a module that I am doing alone. Coursework for which I will have no help. Coursework I’m probably not going to do well in.
((((Happy Birthday Jake))))
Until tomorrow, tell me why you don’t like Mondays.