When Shit Hits the Fan

Yet another load of shit has hit the fan in my personal life. It's nothing I can't deal with and nothing quite earth-shattering, but it still sucks. This year just hasn't gotten off to a very good start, and it's disheartening. But despite everything, I'm still going. Still writing and revising, and still keeping my shit mostly together. The way I see it, change happens. Change of plans, change of state, change of schedule and structure and just change in general. You either try to fight it and lose horribly, or you roll with the punches, adjust what you need to adjust, and keep going as strong as you can. Or, as I often put it, you just keep on keeping on.

And that's what I'm doing.

The new semester starts on Tuesday, and with this semester's schedule I have class every day. Three on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and one on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I've said before that I work well on a good schedule, and I do. I'm hoping that if I'm on a solid daily schedule like this, I'll have better luck fitting more things into said schedule instead of sitting around and playing Minecraft and Skyrim and Pokemon and the Sims 2 and watching old Pokemon episodes and the Yogscast on YouTube. I'll have an easier time with revisions, I'll probably read more, and I'll get more shit done. It's usually how these things go.

Thanks to shit hitting the fan, I can't possibly meet my goal of being done with major revisions by the time classes start back up, so I'm going to reset it. Barring any more unforeseen circumstances, I hope to be done with major revisions and rewrites by my birthday, February 17th. That gives me just over a month. I know I can do this, if I work every day and get that hour of writing time in. I'm making headway. After that point, if I've met the goal, I'll go through for tidying and line edits. I'll run final spell and grammar checks for the round and then start working on query letters.

I want this to be my year of writing successes. I want to get this project ready to go and start sending it out. This is my year. I intend to shine.