It’s been a tough week, honestly. I failed on so many of my goals, which doesn’t help when my mood’s already pretty low. I deliberately set myself little to do, but between work and home life I failed to achieve even that. I’m hoping next week will be a bit better, but honestly I can’t see that happening either.
At least my desktop PC started up this week! If I get time (insert hollow laugh here) I’ll add in the various header images all the previous posts are missing. Unfortunately, the mini-PC I had my eye on to replace it is no longer available, so I’m stuck with this one for a while longer. Ahh, Kingdel, please start selling your powerful i7s again!
- I haven’t finished the third chapter of Singer/Songwriter. I’ve barely made a dent in it. In hindsight this may be for the best, because I had Marcus park in the Maid Marion Way car park, but he’d probably be better off parking in the Lace Market one. While I didn’t actually mention where he parked, the location determines describing the scene. The difference in appearance of Nottingham coming from two different locations is… noticeable.
- Therefore I haven’t started chapter 4 of Singer/Songwriter at all.
- I did come up with another potential name, but… might have forgotten it. I was nowhere near a notebook, my phone, or anything else for that matter at the time so it was kind of inevitable really. If it was any good I’m sure it’ll come back to me.
- I haven’t had the time to read…
- Day job: initially 40.5 hours. Final total: 48.5 hours. But that work-life balance, right? The one that’s given me carpal tunnel. (New wrist braces came on Friday. I have new ways to sit to keep my forearm level and not twisted. They’re uncomfortable.)
- PC booted up yesterday, so little victories!
- I’ve almost finished my bullet journal for February. The important stuff, like the weekly calendars, is all done. It’s just drawings now, which I’ve not had time to do. I might post the pages if I have the chance to finish them…
- Unfortunately (for me) I haven’t had the time to tidy my desk either. It still looks like a bomb’s hit it.
- No time = no sketches.