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My journal's apparently been in read-only mode for much of the day. I sense devilment afoot.
The day has been one of some revision, some writing and a lot of listening obsessively to OK Go.
Well, make that attempts at writing and listening obsessively to OK Go. Pedar has decided he's not letting me have the modem on my computer until after my exams are over, which would be a very tough-love, it's for your own good type gesture if I weren't absolutely certain that the only reason he's done it is so he can have the modem to himself for a month. Therefore, downloading music is out of the question and as I only have the one song by the band, I've been listening to that obsessively.
As for the writing, well, I've been finding it very hard to write lately. My fic output has dwindled to almost nothing, and although I'm sure no-one's really paying that much attention, I've noticed I'm making less entries and their average length is getting shorter. Similarly with pen and paper - zilch. Nothing. There's any number of reasons to explain this, but I'd rather not go down the justification route. I'm just not writing.
That said, I did manage a five-minute fic response. It was done in five minutes precisely because of my lack of ideas. ( It's here if anyone wants to see )
I've revised history today, but there's so much of it that it gets me feeling hopeless. I went on to French without much luck, and I don't want to try English Literature because it reminds me of how much of a mess I'm going to make on Wednesday.
This isn't really going very well. I wish I felt better.
The day has been one of some revision, some writing and a lot of listening obsessively to OK Go.
Well, make that attempts at writing and listening obsessively to OK Go. Pedar has decided he's not letting me have the modem on my computer until after my exams are over, which would be a very tough-love, it's for your own good type gesture if I weren't absolutely certain that the only reason he's done it is so he can have the modem to himself for a month. Therefore, downloading music is out of the question and as I only have the one song by the band, I've been listening to that obsessively.
As for the writing, well, I've been finding it very hard to write lately. My fic output has dwindled to almost nothing, and although I'm sure no-one's really paying that much attention, I've noticed I'm making less entries and their average length is getting shorter. Similarly with pen and paper - zilch. Nothing. There's any number of reasons to explain this, but I'd rather not go down the justification route. I'm just not writing.
That said, I did manage a five-minute fic response. It was done in five minutes precisely because of my lack of ideas. ( It's here if anyone wants to see )
I've revised history today, but there's so much of it that it gets me feeling hopeless. I went on to French without much luck, and I don't want to try English Literature because it reminds me of how much of a mess I'm going to make on Wednesday.
This isn't really going very well. I wish I felt better.
