So there's been quite a lot going on, but none of it is particularly riveting blog material. Mostly I just feel like I'm chasing a horse that bucked me off--no, that's not really the way to describe it. Actually, I feel like I'm lurching my way out of a puddle of quicksand that I just realized was there. I'm just far enough behind in my tedious, scheduled aspects of life (school, work, etc.) to edge me into a bit of a panic and throw the more enjoyable things (writing, sleeping) all to hell.
Those goals I previously set out? Not going to happen, at least not this semester. Well, I guess I have been more social, but all the nice creative stuff has sunk down just out of my reach. Kind of depressing. I am, however, working as a production assistant on a short film that I'm quite excited about, so that's something. Also, I'm bound and determined to submit something to the undergrad literary journal this semester, even if it's not something I wrote this semester.
Hopefully winter break will bring a massive wave of leisure and inspiration, and I'll be back on track. But there's a lot of muck I have to shovel out of the way before I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
