When I said I was thinking about doing these posts a little later during the quarantine, this is not quite what I had in mind. However all my writing is done, so this is a good way of making sure I wrap this up in 10 minutes so I can still post it today. I spent most of today on Animal Crossing and Magic Arena to be honest, and in doing so tried to switch off and have a day of relaxed fun. On any other day of the year, today would have been perfect. I ate nice food, watched cute foxes from my window, and had an aimless wander through the things I enjoy goofing off with.
But right now, it’s hard to stay lost in things. Don’t get me wrong, I am not in a panic over Covid-19. To be blunt I am far more worried about the slippery slope of giving Boris Johnson emergency powers but that’s not something I want to go into here. I managed to write a great scene tonight, fix a slight issue I had with wanting a slightly cheeky scene but not wanting to make it tasteless, and all in all, I feel accomplished. But with the world falling apart, I struggle to feel much of that right now. It’s there, but it’s being drowned out.
I just wish the paracetamol wasn’t running out, because the stress has been setting off my headaches, and I am a little worried about this one turning into a migraine. That probably wouldn’t hurt my immune system, but I’d rather not test the odds. If all goes well, in a week I’ll be moving in with my grandparents, and we’ll all get through this with a lot less drama. Work is going to be surreal tomorrow. I don’t know if any work people read this – I doubt it – but those non-techie types don’t worry: it’s just as weird and uncomfortable for me doing my work at a distance as it is for you. Stay safe my imaginary readers.
Darn maths in the title. I ended up getting confused because I know the page number of my personal journal is 4 behind the total days of 1K, as I only started it on October 1st, 2018. But I found out I duplicated the number 532 in the page numbering and only just spotted the irregularity. It’s fine but I forgot how to add 4 to a number, so was convinced this was meant to be 543. Four days away from college and I’ve already forgotten basic maths. Ok, that’s a lie, I forgot basic maths years ago.
I wrote another 1K of WHT today, bringing it to 93,000 words. To think I used to believe I’d only ever write 75K stories. I’ve learned my lesson: a novel is as long as it is. I imagine TFS will be a 75K story, in the same way that WAN – as much as I hate it – is probably a 90K story. Those are rough guesses, but they speak to the way each story only needs so many words, but does need that many too. Moreover, I actually really like the words I’ve written these last few days, which is nice as I was in a rut of dislike for quite a while.
I just put up the two missing VOL chapters just now. I feel better now that’s done, but still knackered. I spoke to my mum and granny on the phone today, and I have got to say if you are in isolation too, call people. You will not believe the difference it makes to your mood. And also, if you have a Switch, download Animal Crossing. It’s been such a weight off my shoulders to have that world to escape into. To be frank, if you don’t have a switch but have one of the older games, dust off that. You can’t put a premium on distraction of any kind right now.
This week has been awful. My routine is shot, I’m exhausted, and the words came out like sludge. I need a holiday, but at this point that’s become one of the weird ironies of day to day life, a purgatory where nothing is quite all ‘work’, and I’m never really off. I’ll be fine. I’m just knackered.
I think in the absence of a normal routine, I might make a switch to doing these posts in the evening. Granted I only hit target some 16 minutes ago so it kinda stands to reason I’m only doing this now, but I think as a reflection of where my mind is at during this weird time, end of day > start of day.
So what did I do today? A lot. There is still a long queue of emails I need to get to in my workload, and to be blunt, I think it’s time to accept my job is one that needs Trello. I plan on relaunching that tomorrow. Of note, all my BuJo notes for the last few days are still on there too, since Saturday. Boy how a world can change in a heartbeat. I mean, I kind of saw this coming, but only in the vague ‘I guess this could happen’ sense, and only for the last two weeks or so. At the start of March, I would have scoffed at the idea of twelve-to-sixteen weeks of isolation, which is the reality I’m now facing.
So, why so long? Granted some places will lock everyone down like that with no exceptions at this time, but not the UK. I am 27, and not deemed ‘at-risk’, so why would I isolate at all? The answer ties in why I have been so cryptic for the last few weeks about why I was feeling so down. I have an elderly family member who is potentially unwell. Not coronavirus, and they’ve been in isolation for a few weeks now. They are strong and independent, but everyone is struggling right now, and I see it as nothing short of family duty to help out. When I was asked to I didn’t give it a second thought. I imagine most people would be the same.
So, I’m in solo isolation until next Tuesday, and then I’ll be looking after them, even if it just ends up being as company. Grammarly is telling me I’m being imformative but gloomy, so let’s focus on a lighter note. I’m lucky to have a job I can do in tandem with a task like this, and that I have a new Animal Crossing game arriving in the post to help give me some escape from the world being on fire. But most of all, I’m lucky I have my writing. I do not think that the me of yesteryear would be coping right now at all.
This is already so weird. On the face of it, today has been a pretty normal work day. I’ve taken phone calls, completed tasks and I’m working on some Google Meet guides for the college. Incidentally, Google has made all its premium features for Meet free to support home working during the virus, so if you’re looking for a good solution I do recommend it was being one of the easier platforms to use.
I am still chipping away at my writing, but in the short term I’m doing it after work hours instead of before, if for no other reason than I’m out of my normal routine. The good news is WHT is now at 87,000 words, and I am confident I can have the novel’s second draft finished by the end of the month. Lord knows I am going to have a lot of spare time on my hands now I can’t go see friends or loved ones for a while.
Got to relax, stay positive and keep working. Work is helping give me a focus point that stops my mind wandering to the screwy parts of this whole situation. I’m sure if anyone is reading this you probably feel the same way. My guess, it’s only going to get weirder.
One of my later entries for sure, but the title might give you a clue as to why. I am not presenting any symptoms, nor am I at risk health-wise. If I caught the virus it would suck, but wouldn’t be a big deal. I am however going to isolate for a week, and then move in with and take care of elderly relatives for the duration of this mess. I’ve spent today making sure the office at home is all set up and tying up the loose ends.
I guess we’ll see how this plays out.
Going to keep this one short as I can’t say too much on here yet, but tomorrow is going to see a huge upheaval of my whole routine. I will be writing later as I have had far too much to get sorted today. Apologies for being a bit cryptic.