Monday before last, I started my new job (or new role, I should perhaps say) and it's full time. And full time work, it turns out, doesn't leave me much time for anything else. Or better put, I'm too much of a wussy to deal with it like the rest of the adult population does.
This isn't really a massive surprise to me. My Christmas holidays were consumed by this almost countdown-like feeling, and not in the game show sense. It was like I was running out of time for my writing and that once I started full-time, my progress would suffer.
This prediction has proven to be true, although perhaps to a lesser extent than I'd feared. I have managed to keep writing every day, maintaining my don't-break-the-chain streak, but the amount has dropped somewhat. I did one and a bit chapters last week rather than the typical two-a-week I was previously working at.
Also, the blog has suffered. I just didn't have enough time to write a new post, something which irks me given how I like to post every week, lest it die out completely. This one here was actually written in my lunch-break at work, ready to be typed up when I got home. Working on the actual novel-writing has to take priority after all.
However I'm hoping that, as I get used to the hours, it'll get easier. Plus I'm crossing my fingers for a quiet weekend. Or maybe a snow day? Pretty please? Yeah, I think we're more likely to get a heat wave round here. But I can dream...