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Jan. 27th, 2023 05:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryngThe baby slept the last two three nights all the way through and neither my wife nor I are stupidly fatigued from this (stupid) cold any longer, so: I exist!
I would really like it if my immune system got back to pre-COVID levels some day, that would be great. Being knocked out for a full week and a half from a cold is nonsense. (And yes, just a cold - no weird COVID symptoms and no positive tests. Just lots of fatigue and snot.)
The fact that the baby has also gotten back to his middle of the night shenanigans probably didn't help with recovery, but... well...
February is almost here and with it an end in sight to this nonsense at work. We do all the (compliance/annual/personal) training for a 1k+ employee company and we have to have it in the system and said system ready to go by Feb 1st. Considering one of my coworkers is out on parental leave and the other has been having VPN issues -- that is, absolutely unable to access said system -- it's been a stressmare on my shoulders. I have to keep repeating to myself that no one is gonna get hurt if we mess up, but I'm also a perfectionist and if it's not right, I'm probably the most disappointed.
Anyway it's almost done and I'm going to celebrate by turning February into a mini NaNoWriMo to finally (FINALLY) get this fucking book done. I've had a few minor plot revelations this month that I think (think) solve some of the issues I've had formulating a decent ending, now I just have to get out of my own way and stop perfectionating it.
I just gotta figure out a good way to hold myself accountable for the month. Posting here? Sharing on tumblr? Shouting it out my window? I'm sure I don't actually have 50k worth of words left - I'd better not, ye gods - but I think I'll still aim for 1k to 1.5k a day until it's done.
And then. I don't know. Set it on fire? Shove it in a drawer? I've spent so much time on this story that I can't tell if it's truly hate or over-familarity at this point, but I do know that if I don't finish it, it will never have a chance to be anything else. And at this point, I owe it that much. I owe myself that much.
I would really like it if my immune system got back to pre-COVID levels some day, that would be great. Being knocked out for a full week and a half from a cold is nonsense. (And yes, just a cold - no weird COVID symptoms and no positive tests. Just lots of fatigue and snot.)
The fact that the baby has also gotten back to his middle of the night shenanigans probably didn't help with recovery, but... well...
February is almost here and with it an end in sight to this nonsense at work. We do all the (compliance/annual/personal) training for a 1k+ employee company and we have to have it in the system and said system ready to go by Feb 1st. Considering one of my coworkers is out on parental leave and the other has been having VPN issues -- that is, absolutely unable to access said system -- it's been a stressmare on my shoulders. I have to keep repeating to myself that no one is gonna get hurt if we mess up, but I'm also a perfectionist and if it's not right, I'm probably the most disappointed.
Anyway it's almost done and I'm going to celebrate by turning February into a mini NaNoWriMo to finally (FINALLY) get this fucking book done. I've had a few minor plot revelations this month that I think (think) solve some of the issues I've had formulating a decent ending, now I just have to get out of my own way and stop perfectionating it.
I just gotta figure out a good way to hold myself accountable for the month. Posting here? Sharing on tumblr? Shouting it out my window? I'm sure I don't actually have 50k worth of words left - I'd better not, ye gods - but I think I'll still aim for 1k to 1.5k a day until it's done.
And then. I don't know. Set it on fire? Shove it in a drawer? I've spent so much time on this story that I can't tell if it's truly hate or over-familarity at this point, but I do know that if I don't finish it, it will never have a chance to be anything else. And at this point, I owe it that much. I owe myself that much.
