I completely forgot about the weekly short story for
tamingthemuse this weekend - I thought about it on Thursday night when I went in for my shift at work, but then it left me entirely. So my streak ends at 20 weeks instead of my intented 30. I would have gotten the next level of "award" at 21 (since they're given out every three weeks) but I have a thing for round numbers so I'm kind of glad that it was 20 instead.
Definitely some positives to this turn of events: I can concentrate on the more pressing stuff for the next few weeks, such as NaNo (and its associated gatherings) and applying for grad school. I can stop feeling guilty about writing fluffy stuff off-the-cuff (hee, rhyme and alliteration!) instead of planning and preparing my stories. And now I can use the actual new year as a jumping off point for my next long-term goal, instead of the awkward date of January 23rd.
And I just might dedicate December to reading. I like the sound of that.
So here's to trying things, making mistakes, and going with the flow.
Definitely some positives to this turn of events: I can concentrate on the more pressing stuff for the next few weeks, such as NaNo (and its associated gatherings) and applying for grad school. I can stop feeling guilty about writing fluffy stuff off-the-cuff (hee, rhyme and alliteration!) instead of planning and preparing my stories. And now I can use the actual new year as a jumping off point for my next long-term goal, instead of the awkward date of January 23rd.
And I just might dedicate December to reading. I like the sound of that.
So here's to trying things, making mistakes, and going with the flow.