I'm rather late for this blog post. I'd vowed to write around once a week (the 'few times a week' thing never materialised) but I'm a few days over. Whoops.
I was waiting for something to say. I still don't really have anything important (like I ever do!) but I figured something might emerge if I started spewing random words onto the page.
Dissertation update: my full draft (it's not really the 'first' draft because I've already messed around with it a lot) has been sent off to Madam Supervisor. I think I felt happier with it after reading it all through - I had forgotten a mildly exciting bit which improved the whole thing in my mind after my 'it's-all-incredibly-dull' rant.
I've not written any of the story since which may or may not be a problem, I haven't decided yet. I have a vague idea that I might write a little bit of a different story, at least until I get some general feedback on the story so far. I seem to have spent my last few days thinking about writing a lot, but not actually doing any.
As has often happened, perhaps pouring useless words into the interwebs might be of some assistance. 'Write anything so long as you're writing' - isn't there a saying that goes something like that?
I'm also spending a fair amount of time stressing over my upcoming holiday. A holiday isn't something you should stress over really, but I'm doing a marvellous job of it so far, if I do say so myself. I think part of the problem is I'm terrified that I've forgotten something crucial - like having a place to stay or something (I haven't forgotten this, don't worry, though it doesn't guarantee that the place we've got is any good). Oh well, if everything goes horribly tits-up in France, at least it might make for an interesting story.
Although as I doubt there'll be any superpowers, explosions and epic battles of good versus evil, I'm guessing it wouldn't be anything I'd write about. Sounds like a literary fic kind of thing to me and you know what I'm like with those.