I'm breaking my self-imposed rule and posting a day late this week. Earlier this year I usually just updated whenever I managed to force myself to do so, so lately I've been trying to make it more of a regular thing, i.e. Monday evenings. But yesterday evening, The Avengers happened. (Or 'The Avengers Assemble' if we're giving it the silly UK title) The DVD arrived in the post and, really, how could I resist?
But now that I've stopped watching it long enough to update my blog, I - alas - have precious little to report. My writing progress this week has been so minimal as to be practically nothing. My rubbish, let's-face-it-not-good-enough excuse is simply that I've not yet adjusted back to the whole being at work thing, and so arrive home too frustrated to do anything except read/watch other people's stories rather than produce my own.
But I hereby pledge to do better this week! Because I'm starting to become the grumpy sod that I gradually morph into when I've not done any proper writing for a while. And because I've come to that point (yet again) of really missing the joy I get when I write something good; the thrill of the words doing just what I wanted them to do. I crave the satisfaction of producing something, of making a thing, which baking cakes and stitching rag-monsters can only partially satisfy. Plus, my poor little brain is sorely begging for a work-out.
I have been reading a couple of interesting things this week, though, and there's that old rule (which I so desperately cling to) that writers must read etc. It's in the same genre as Hide and See, so double points to me!
Tomorrow I'll be picking up my dissertations from the binders (hopefully) and taking them up to Winchester to hand in. And then I think I'll sit in the middle of the campus and refuse to leave until they let me be a student again. Sounds like a flawless plan to me.