Getting Shit Done, Part One

I am so behind on everything that it's ridiculous and a little scary. I'm therefore going to try to use Dreamwidth as a writing journal for the next week or two so that I can get back on track.

This is what I did yesterday:

- I performed my monthly update of my personal website. Yes, I have a personal website, one of those "my name dot com" deals. This website an enormous source of embarrassment for me, which is why I can only handle updating it once a month.

- I posted a book review on my professional blog. I was sent a review copy of the book in early October, but I had trouble with it on account of it being pseudo-intellectual misogynistic garbage. I respect the people at the press, a small outfit run almost primarily on love and goodwill, so I hesitated to finish and post the review. No one wants to come off as a shrill feminist killjoy, right? At this point in 2016, however, I have no more fucks left to give.

- I responded to a couple of emails. Did I respond to all the emails? Not even close, but I'll reach the bottom of my inbox eventually.

- I did a bit of editing on my current fic project, "On Calmer Tides." I've begun putting it up on FFN, and yesterday I posted the second chapter. This story is almost literal garbage, and re-reading it is making me seriously question my life choices. I'm worried that I started writing fiction too late in life to ever truly become good at it. I would say something along the lines of "I only write for myself," but that sounds suspiciously like an excuse to me (and also I am thirsty for attention and praise).

- I wrote a paragraph of the "Zelda is a policy wonk and Ganondorf is a museum curator" Zelgan story. It's a good paragraph.

- This has nothing to do with writing, but I played an hour of Pokémon Sun. The game is breathtakingly beautiful, and it is filled with hot dads.

- Since I took the week off for Pokémon for writing, I put together a concrete schedule of what I need to accomplish over the next six days. I didn't think it was too intense when I was planning it... although now that I actually have to sit down at my desk and do the work I feel like crying.