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It's Been Awhile...
I've been busy this week and weekend. The various news I received about Social Security Disability Income, and classes at Vision Loss Resources kept me pretty busy over the last few days, plus ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
careswen and I did some social stuff over the weekend.
While I admit to being very excited about starting classes at VLR, I am also, well, a bit worried. I'm not worried so much about class; I know I'll manage, if for no other reason than I must, no matter how hard it gets. I am a bit worried about getting back and forth; the buses are still on strike, and I'm fairly inexperienced bus rider, at least in the Twin Cities. But again, I'll manage, because I really have no choice.
What I'm worried about is deep cuts in my writing time. I admit to having been spoiled over the last several months. I've been allowed the opportunity to stay home and focus on writing, which I've done. But the last several days I've been unable to write due to other projects (okay, the basement) and I am feeling the strain. I really need to write, something, anything, even if it's just this Live Journal Entry. I afraid that when I start classes, the writing will stop completely. Between classes all day, the daily ordinariness that must get done during the evenings, and the various stuff (fun or otherwise) that comes up over the weekend, I'm going to be left little time to write.
One thing I plan to do to help myself is build a second computer out of all the spare parts downstairs. The laptop served that second computer function, but alas, it is no more. If I setup a second system, one just for writing, then I can work at night as the whim strikes, and there will be no wrestling for computer time withcareswen, who has her own projects to take care of.
I know I must sound like I'm whining about this, and I probably shouldn't do so. After all, I've enjoyed a great opportunity over the last few months (which I've taken full advantage of), but I feel like I've wrapped up a lot of my identity in the writing, and if I'm forced to stop now, well then, who am I?
Yeah, whatever.
Michael
careswen and I did some social stuff over the weekend.While I admit to being very excited about starting classes at VLR, I am also, well, a bit worried. I'm not worried so much about class; I know I'll manage, if for no other reason than I must, no matter how hard it gets. I am a bit worried about getting back and forth; the buses are still on strike, and I'm fairly inexperienced bus rider, at least in the Twin Cities. But again, I'll manage, because I really have no choice.
What I'm worried about is deep cuts in my writing time. I admit to having been spoiled over the last several months. I've been allowed the opportunity to stay home and focus on writing, which I've done. But the last several days I've been unable to write due to other projects (okay, the basement) and I am feeling the strain. I really need to write, something, anything, even if it's just this Live Journal Entry. I afraid that when I start classes, the writing will stop completely. Between classes all day, the daily ordinariness that must get done during the evenings, and the various stuff (fun or otherwise) that comes up over the weekend, I'm going to be left little time to write.
One thing I plan to do to help myself is build a second computer out of all the spare parts downstairs. The laptop served that second computer function, but alas, it is no more. If I setup a second system, one just for writing, then I can work at night as the whim strikes, and there will be no wrestling for computer time with
careswen, who has her own projects to take care of.I know I must sound like I'm whining about this, and I probably shouldn't do so. After all, I've enjoyed a great opportunity over the last few months (which I've taken full advantage of), but I feel like I've wrapped up a lot of my identity in the writing, and if I'm forced to stop now, well then, who am I?
Yeah, whatever.
Michael