Time Flies

Well, I've been back at work for two weeks and it's like I never left. And that isn't a good thing. Oh well.

At least I've started doing a bit more writing again now. Did heaps on holidays-- especially while I was at my parent's place-- but stopped once I got back. Flirted with a new novel for a few days. Even wrote the prologue and a housand or so words of the first chapter, but that romance lasted about a week. Then I bought Story by Robert McKee and am now flirting wit a movie script based on one of my early novel efforts. Don't know how long that'll last either :).

I'm just kinda wondering (that's spelt correctly) around at the moment, wishing I had a new job and generally feeling sorry for myself. Going to start getting up early to write again. No, really, I am. I can generally average a thousand words before breakfast and that makes work a whole heap more bearable. It's unfortunate that getting up early causes such a problem-- if God had wanted us to get up at 5am he would have made the sun come up sooner or made it so we can see in the dark.

I recieved Encounters in the mail the other day. I think my story The Final Battle is by far the best of the three I've had publised (which I suppose it should be seeing it's the most recent, but anyway). The thing I like about it, I think, is the way it kinda keeps folding back on itself with repetitions of phrases and whatever from earlier in the story. Or something like that. Sounds good anyway.