Hey, remember that qualifying exam I talked about last week? Yep, I failed it. Ugh, and I studied so hard, too. Oh, well, I’ll try and reapply for the job some other time; I’ll study better for the exam because I know I understand the concepts – it’s my degree for crying out loud! One way or another, I’m going to get this job.
In the meantime, I still have no idea if I’ve been accepted into the masters program which is starting to worry me since I signed up to start in about two weeks. And on top of all that, I’m still pursuing my writing as much as I can, though the past week or so I haven’t because of all the studying I did.
So far, I’ve reached the seventeen page mark in my first draft in the span of one month, give or take. I could beat myself up about it, saying I should’ve written more in that timeframe or I can be a reasonable human being and be proud of my accomplishment. I choose: reasonable human being. Seventeen pages is pretty good in my book because, let me tell you, before I was serious about writing, getting this far would’ve taken years, years, not weeks. All in all, I’m pretty happy where I stand.
Oh, yeah, and I think I’m going to ditch the whole one story during weekdays and a different one on weekends thing. After a month of not doing that, it seems I really am only capable of focusing (obsessing) on one story at a time.