Aim for the moon---
Yesterday wasn't as productive as I'd have liked it to be--I was awoken early to my mother whining over how she couldn't get to her e-mail so I had to help with that. Just for occassions like that, my parents are getting The Idiot's Guide to Computers for Christmas.
Got writing done, but it was only 6,500 words and not the 8,000 I was hoping for. Part two to this thing is going to be long, but once it's done part three provides a little of a time skip to alleviate the pressure of 'must portray everything in detail,' that I've been feeling. With about a month to go, I have two (hopefully shorter) parts to complete, one of which I've already started somewhat and have more written down on in a notebook. All I have to do is not fail at doing this. If I don't make the contest I think I'll finish it and put it up somewhere to be read anyway, but aside from some very minor editing I won't be bothering any more with it. I spent a good portion of yesterday stressing out about how I won't be making the deadline, but if I don't, I don't. I'll be very disappointed and angry at my own laziness and lack of time (I realize now just how much time I waste at that job), but something needs to come of this piece even if it's not a contest entry.
Tonight after my 7 hour shift of extreme boredom, I plan on doing more writing. How much I'm not sure, but something.
I also got a very short commission to take after the holidays for some extra cash. Told the buyer I can't do anything extremely long or involved since I have other projects, but it seems they're willing to take me up on it anyway. Heh, now I know how it feels to work every day with little to no break whatsoever. It's not fun in the least but in some ways has its own rewards.
Largely, aside from an overwhelming drive to write, I've felt numb or stressed. I have no other concerns in the world about anything else except for this writing.
The tea I have coming should take care of the stress.