Pretending to be an adult is tiring

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...