Thoughts on a Lunch Break, VIII
Mar. 1st, 2013 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryng- It's March. Huh.
- Which means it's submitting time! And I should have a viable query letter by now! Except I don't. Which might explain my funk.
- Or, you know, the funk can explain itself, in that funks do not need to be explained. All I know is I want to cry. And go home. And cover my head with blankets and say fuck it to the world.
- Alas, I cannot. So instead I am at work, against my better judgment, putting one minute behind the other until I can go home and do aforementioned things.
- Or drink. There's that, too.
- In less fuck-all-this-I'm-going-to-revert-to-angsty-teenager-ness, I need to set some goals for March, one of which needs to be - WILL BE - getting a strong foothold on a new WIP. I need to seriously get my head away from MA and get back to the joy of just creating shit. I'll give myself one more week to tango with this fucking query letter and make a few changes some of my betas suggested, and then I am diving wholesale into a new project. I love you, Mili, but your story is done now.
- Once I have a better grip of new project - by, say, week two of March - I'm going to set myself weekly goals for which I will hold myself responsible here. That seems to work pretty well (usually).
- I'm also going to focus on ONE superhero goal for March, instead of all, um, twenty at once. And I think for March it will be working towards a 10 rep backsquat at body weight. Right now I can do 3, maybe 4 on a good day. That number needs to go up, stat.
- So that's pretty much my plan for March: writing, starting the actual query-sending-out-process, and working towards a 10rep BW backsquat. Oh, and taking advantage of the last vestiges of good desert weather. Oh, and working towards that 7 miler in April.
- ...err..
- Which means it's submitting time! And I should have a viable query letter by now! Except I don't. Which might explain my funk.
- Or, you know, the funk can explain itself, in that funks do not need to be explained. All I know is I want to cry. And go home. And cover my head with blankets and say fuck it to the world.
- Alas, I cannot. So instead I am at work, against my better judgment, putting one minute behind the other until I can go home and do aforementioned things.
- Or drink. There's that, too.
- In less fuck-all-this-I'm-going-to-revert-to-angsty-teenager-ness, I need to set some goals for March, one of which needs to be - WILL BE - getting a strong foothold on a new WIP. I need to seriously get my head away from MA and get back to the joy of just creating shit. I'll give myself one more week to tango with this fucking query letter and make a few changes some of my betas suggested, and then I am diving wholesale into a new project. I love you, Mili, but your story is done now.
- Once I have a better grip of new project - by, say, week two of March - I'm going to set myself weekly goals for which I will hold myself responsible here. That seems to work pretty well (usually).
- I'm also going to focus on ONE superhero goal for March, instead of all, um, twenty at once. And I think for March it will be working towards a 10 rep backsquat at body weight. Right now I can do 3, maybe 4 on a good day. That number needs to go up, stat.
- So that's pretty much my plan for March: writing, starting the actual query-sending-out-process, and working towards a 10rep BW backsquat. Oh, and taking advantage of the last vestiges of good desert weather. Oh, and working towards that 7 miler in April.
- ...err..
