For the last several days, I've been preoccupied, mostly with non-writing, though I have posted around. I belatedly winterized my apartment hoping to bring my heating bills back into line; I organized my bookmarks and passwords, and I did my finances, closing out last month and budgeting this one. Last month, I broke even. Today, I did most my grocery shopping for the next two weeks today.
My writers' group suggested that I expedite things with the plot of my novel, and I've been stuck since. If this keeps up, I might not have anything to read at the meeting. Already it looks like I'll have very little.
That's probably better, because the meetings have been going long, beyond 10 pm. When you have over twenty people at meeting, and all but four of them read their allotted 2,400 words, and people critique at length, it runs long. For the group, I think I'll cut it back to 1,800 words.
The group doesn't like to turn people away, but one reason why I don't give their name is that meetings are now full. We can't afford the time for more people.
I'm thinking of taking a "vacation" the week after this coming one. I don't mean I'm going anywhere. I can't afford to. I'll just spend a week without writing. I'll play Civilization IV (still the best one), and I'll read. Maybe not the healthiest vacation, but if the weather's not bad, I'll take walks around the neighborhood, too.
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