It's Sunday night, and I'm depressed about going back to work tomorrow. Again. This despite a cautious get-together with friends this weekend and otherwise taking it as easy as possible. I mean, maybe I'm just tired -- I think that's definitely part of it -- but also we've been completely tied up with this software rollout for basically three weeks now, and I have at least two other projects on hold because of this, my job reclassification is supposed to be in process (finally) but it's dragging on hopelessly, and I haven't gotten any significant writing done.
...That last isn't true, by the way. Not entirely. I've gotten some things written for the blog o' doom, here. This is one of them. And there are bits of short fiction, and other things that I've tried to pre-write because at this point when I get home from work I have nothing left. I'm making updates while I'm on multiple calls at the same time, and it's absolutely killing my ADHD; I come home and just stare at the walls. But the novel-length writing project? Completely stalled. Has been for weeks.
We're due to be out of town next week, and I don't even know how I'm supposed to get ready for that.
Plus, the world's on fire; but the less said about that the better.
I don't know. I'm going to set this to post tomorrow morning, then I'm going to see if I can write something that will make me feel better. Either part of the novel, which would make me feel a lot less like I'm failing, or if not then something for the blog that will make me giggle. Hopefully by the time this goes up, I'll be feeling better.
Earlier bedtime. More exercise. Figure out my schedule so I can actually do the things that matter to me. Sure, why not? Sounds like a plan.