- Read intercessions at church;
- Roasted a chicken;
- Made gooseberry and elderflower jam;
- Repot one of the roses;
- Skyped with Felicity and Kelly;
- Made dinner for PGCU (Postgraduate Christian Union);
Whew. What a busy day. The problem with having Sundays be my ‘day off ‘ from work means it gets full of everything else. I did not, however, work on my novel or read for fun, which were both things I wanted to do today. The latter was forestalled because it took me 20 minutes to figure out how to turn the gas on for the stove at church, and the former because I arrived home at 10 PM and I am exhausted. It is a good thing I wrote some extra yesterday, and I will have to write extra tomorrow. It is rather frustrating though, to have this be the first WriMo in a good while in which I have not been two days’ ahead for half the month, and that here I am, four days from the end and have gotten behind.
I know. Moaning about a self-imposed deadline for a self-imposed insane task of writing a novel in 30 days which is a self-imposed glorified hobby/second-career in addition to that of my ‘day job’ as a PhD student.