I swear June only started a week ago. The last week has had so many rough patches it’s more like that’s felt like a month, rather than the whole month feeling like a week. I can’t remember most of early June – again, a good thing I have this, my journal and my BuJo to see what I’ve been up to and know I didn’t sleep through it. I’ll be glad I have this record one day, and while I wish I’d started sooner I have to say, I picked a good time to start Bullet Journalling. It’s not the be-all-and-end-all of methods, but it’s worked pretty well for me.
WAN continues to be unpleasant, but tomorrow I do at least get to write a scene it doesn’t enjoy. Well kind of anyway. It’s not as simple as saying that character ‘enjoys’ or ‘doesn’t enjoy’ something, so much as it doesn’t get quite what it planned to. That’s about as close as I can get in this damn novel. Still if I can I’ll make the damn thing have a rough time, it’s the least I can do for all the nastiness it whips up in my head on a daily basis. I’m hoping that finishing this particular work will ease its influence in my mind a little bit. Also hoping I get to write more happy-go-lucky stories again soon.
Well it’s getting late and I want to grab a bourbon and kick back with some random snooker videos. Chess I planned on, rowing I’ve wanted to for years but not had a good window to do so, but snooker videos? That’s not an interest I imagined at the outset of this clustercluck.