• Weeknotes - S03E07 - Fighting Through Pain

    Summary:

    I did something unfortunate to my neck over the weekend so had difficulty focusing and being productive this week, but I still wrote or planned or organised or brainstormed at least a little bit every day, and that’s very definitely a win.

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  • Weeknotes S03E06 - Chipping Away Bit By Bit

    Summary:

    Lots of minor progress on a variety of both big and small projects. Still a bit scattered, but I’m pleased I’m maintaining my daily writing habit.

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  • Weeknotes - S03E05 - Ready To Launch

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    Still writing every day so far, and it’s not feeling like too much of a chore. And a couple of projects are now at the stage when I need to really launch into the meat of the work.

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  • Biting Off More Than I Can Chew?

    I thrive on variety. I do my best work when I have multiple projects on the go and can switch between them at will. If I get bored with or stuck on one thing, my brain will likely come up with ideas on how to progress with something else. This helps me to keep working on projects regularly and stops me getting blocked from writing for long periods.

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  • Flamingo

    “Is it dead?”

    “I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

    “Eww!  No, you do it!”

    “You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

    “I wonder how it got here.”

    “I don’t know.  Flew?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

    “Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

    “Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

    “But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

    “But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

    “Except us.”

    “Well, yes, except us.”

    “What should we do?”

    “What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

    “Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

    “It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

    “Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

    “Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

    “I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

    “How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

    “What would a thing like that do with money?

    “I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

    “Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

    “I’m not taking it home with us.”

    “I think I just saw it move!”

    “What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

    “No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

    “You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

    “It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

    “What should we do?”

    “Run!”

     

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  • The Owl

    An eagle eye

    Surveys my heart

    Noting the changes since it awoke

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