The next few days are pretty tough - I have a 128-page anthology to edit, and a 5,000-word essay to write and edit. This takes a lot of energy out of you. Tonight alone I’ve written 2,000 words and edited 45 pages, and I already feel ready to collapse.
On the other hand, I do feel like I’ve achieved something. Even though both the things I’m working on are in differing degrees of incompletion, these were the goals I set. Tomorrow, they’re identical. Sunday, because it’s the day of the Lord (and because editing a 5,000 word essay is a fucking nightmare), it’s slightly less. But I’m on track. I’m not putting stuff off. It feels good.
Monday, things change. The anthology becomes all business and talking to people and hiking across York to get a look at our proof copy. My degree ends. That’s it. Three years of study, or seventeen, really, over and done with. I’ll start looking for jobs. I’ll start writing Dystopolis. I’ll start co-writing a collection of SF-themed erotica with Arden. I’ll start writing a visual novel with Joe. I’ll start reading books for pleasure (and Fifty Shades of Grey). I’ll start living an altogether different life.
Oh. Of course. I got a haircut. Forgot to tell you. Sorry about that. Have a pleasant evening.