NaNoWriMo, Casifesto, stuff
Hurray, I'm on Day Three of NaNo, and already I'm a bit ahead of schedule. I've been trying to push for 2,000 words/day, so I can have a day off every now and then if I need it, and so far it hasn't been too bad. At the moment, the big challenge is not flipping out over how badly my style seems to have stagnated; it doesn't seem to move the way it used to do. More poetry reading must be undertaken ASAP.
7020 / 50000 words. 14% done!
Augh, it looks so insignificant now D:
Also, I have updated the Casifesto with 6.06. It's a bit short, because NOT ENOUGH CAS, but still. "Where'd you look?" "Everywhere."
I'm definitely working my way towards some kind of upper-respiratory infection, and I feel hungover from the election anxiety/horror from yesterday. It's never easy, being confronted (again) with the fact that at least 50% of the country suffers from delusions comorbid with selective amnesia. In the meantime, I'm also twirling, twirling, twirling my way towards finishing my dissertation, although it's not "twirling," maybe, so much as "stumbling." God, I'm really starting to hate this thing, and I really hope--as long as I get an actual job--I don't get a postdoc for next year, because I really don't want to have to think about this thing any more. Ever.
The job stuff is just depressing me. There's nothing open in my specific subfield this year, only general medieval stuff, and that all goes to high/late medievalists. I'm starting to feel like the job I was runner-up for last year was really my best shot at employment, so maybe I should just start filling out those Starbucks applications now.
/sudden journey into depression /will to go on
Augh, it looks so insignificant now D:
Also, I have updated the Casifesto with 6.06. It's a bit short, because NOT ENOUGH CAS, but still. "Where'd you look?" "Everywhere."
I'm definitely working my way towards some kind of upper-respiratory infection, and I feel hungover from the election anxiety/horror from yesterday. It's never easy, being confronted (again) with the fact that at least 50% of the country suffers from delusions comorbid with selective amnesia. In the meantime, I'm also twirling, twirling, twirling my way towards finishing my dissertation, although it's not "twirling," maybe, so much as "stumbling." God, I'm really starting to hate this thing, and I really hope--as long as I get an actual job--I don't get a postdoc for next year, because I really don't want to have to think about this thing any more. Ever.
The job stuff is just depressing me. There's nothing open in my specific subfield this year, only general medieval stuff, and that all goes to high/late medievalists. I'm starting to feel like the job I was runner-up for last year was really my best shot at employment, so maybe I should just start filling out those Starbucks applications now.
/sudden journey into depression /will to go on