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Friday, July 16, 2004

Tiredness creeps

Writing’s suffering this week. Too many late night writing/computer-games combos in a row contributed to a complete meltdown on Wednesday evening when I just went to bed at 7:30 and woke up the next time it was 7:30. Last night was volleyball plus an extra half-game of volleyball because another team were short, and by the time I’d finished cooking dinner after that, well, it was last and I could be arsed firing up the computer. Tonight we’ll be at Fiona’s work trivia night, which will end late. Tomorrow we’re painting. Sunday we’re painting and socialising. Monday night I’m gaming with Jimbo and Chris.

In all of this, the only possibility for writing is staying up later at night. Which makes me cranky and tired and resistant to work, of which I now have too much to do to risk neglecting anything.

This is not to make any excuses, mind you. I’m just literally wondering where I’m going to find the time to get stuck into it and finish the first draft. I may need to take some days off.

By the way – volleyball? Totally flogged. Sixty-odd to 18. I can report without false modesty that I was by far the most accomplished volleyball player in the game, but when the next few runners-up are all on the other side of the net, that don’t mean squat. Also, to add injury to insult, I managed to hit Fi in the face with a miscued back-court spike. I know, I know, they’re stupid and they never work, but I figured when you’re down by forty points, it doesn’t hurt to innovate. I won’t do it again.

There was an upside to the scoreline, though – it turns out that they were grading the teams after all. Our (overwhelming) netball and volleyball defeats should more than compensate for our (minimal) soccer win and award us a place in the bottom grade. This is good. It means that we will not automatically be slaughtered each and every week by more experienced teams, and might therefore stand a chance of a) having fun and b) improving our games. Not to mention the remote possibility of c) winning once in a while, which is necessary for my very hungry and overdeveloped competitiveness glands.

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	Friday, July 16, 2004 Tiredness creeps Writing’s suffering this week. Too many late night writing/computer-games combos in a row contributed to a complete meltdown on Wednesday evening when I just went to bed at 7:30 and woke up the next time it was 7:30. Last night was volleyball plus an extra half-game of volleyball because another team were short, and by the time I’d finished cooking dinner after that, well, it was last and I could be arsed firing up the computer. Tonight we’ll be at Fiona’s work trivia night, which will end late. Tomorrow we’re painting. Sunday we’re painting and socialising. Monday night I’m gaming with Jimbo and Chris. In all of this, the only possibility for writing is staying up later at night. Which makes me cranky and tired and resistant to work, of which I now have too much to do to risk neglecting anything. This is not to make any excuses, mind you. I’m just literally wondering where I’m going to find the time to get stuck into it and finish the first draft. I may need to take some days off. By the way – volleyball? Totally flogged. Sixty-odd to 18. I can report without false modesty that I was by far the most accomplished volleyball player in the game, but when the next few runners-up are all on the other side of the net, that don’t mean squat. Also, to add injury to insult, I managed to hit Fi in the face with a miscued back-court spike. I know, I know, they’re stupid and they never work, but I figured when you’re down by forty points, it doesn’t hurt to innovate. I won’t do it again. There was an upside to the scoreline, though – it turns out that they were grading the teams after all. Our (overwhelming) netball and volleyball defeats should more than compensate for our (minimal) soccer win and award us a place in the bottom grade. This is good. It means that we will not automatically be slaughtered each and every week by more experienced teams, and might therefore stand a chance of a) having fun and b) improving our games. Not to mention the remote possibility of c) winning once in a while, which is necessary for my very hungry and overdeveloped competitiveness glands. 0 smartarse remarks Post a Comment 0 Comments:

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