June 12th, 2011
The reason is this: while I am very much enjoying my life right now, it's very much the same old stuff every week. Work from nine til five every day. Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays with Jason. Occasionally I spend the night at his. And when something different does happen, a-la-Wales Comic Con, I'm usually too tired from the normal routine to do any sort of write-up about it.
This needs to change. My journal, one of the things I'm most fond of; the longest piece of writing I've ever done and indeed the longest project I remain held to, is suffering. My novels and artwork, too. On three days of the week, I'm busy from nine in the morning until almost midnight.
So how should I remedy this problem? Quit my job and miss out on those two more months of experience I could glean from it? I wouldn't just lose that - I'd most likely be sanctioned by the Job Centre and that would mean farewell income for the next few months. Do I stop spending as much time with Jason? To do so would break my heart - and with me going to Ireland in a few months, every moment I get with him is more precious than my life.
No. What I need to start doing is start making productive use of my dead time. There are bus rides and moments in work where I find myself thumb-twiddling. Lunch hours where I could escape the office for a bit, find a bench and scribble. I can even dedicate an hour or two when I get back from being with Jason. And this is all without weekends entering the equation.
Ideally, I'd like to dedicate three hours to my novel every day. But I can sink as low as two for now, until I'm in Ireland and I won't be able to spend as much time with Jason. I think I'll need the novel more when I'm over there, anyway, as distraction from how much I'll be missing him and everyone else.
So here I am, and journalling. What can I waffle about?
I've finally plucked up the courage to ask Dad if Jason can come over next Sunday. It's Holly's annual charity walk and he's coming along for that anyway, so I thought it might be nice if he could come back here afterwards.
( The problem? Our house is a tip. )
Also, my online journal seems to have broken. On the main page, it only shows the top entry - the one where I give that silly little 'Who Is This Human?!' biography. All other entries only show the first one or two paragraphs, and the entry is usually cut off mid-sentence. Absolutely nothing after that. I don't know what's going on; I think the problem lies with LiveJournal itself.
This entry is a sort of test. I'm hoping that I'll post this and everything will go back to normal. If not... well, I don't know. There's four years' worth of wafflery on here and I sincerely hope that it comes back of its own accord, if posting this entry solves nothing.
*crosses fingers*
- Music:Salmon Song - Steve Hillage