Blogwork Orange

A strange title for a strange event: I'm updating this thing twice in a week. Watch for flying pigs.

Good day so far, and since it's not quite five in the afternoon here yet I'm probably jinxing myself into an evening of bad luck. But you know, I think I'll risk it.

I met with Christina and Helen today (course instructors) to talk about my MA. I've got loads to do between now and hand-in, but we're both confident I can do the work, which should mean the actual doing it should be a slice of cake!

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KIDDING! It'll be monstrous work, but it'll be monstrous work with a high chance of passing and maybe distinction, so it'll be worth it. And if I can seek publication afterwards, hey, that's icing on said cake.

I officially passed all my modules from last term, so that's happy. I didn't think I wouldn't pass, mind you, but it's validation just to hear it, you know? My presentation passed with distinction, so I'm in quality shape going into my MA project. Every little bit helps, right?

Progress is continuing on the moving process. It's a hassle moving at all, either across the globe or just down the road, but most of the ambiguities are out of the way and now it's just actually going through with it all. A couple of breaks came through on the transition phase, and without saying to much I'm very grateful for them.

One of the things they tell us wannabe professional writers to do is build a routine. We should set our days so that we work for a few hours a day, correspond and do research a few hours a day, basically get us into a habit of acting like professional writers. All well and good except I haven't had a routine day since I've been back. It's all either working to move, working to sell things, working on screwing Delta out of miles, and other random crap. About all I can say that I've done toward acting like a professional writer is I'm not playing computer games or watching videos most of the time. I schedule it. If you schedule it, it's not goofing off.

Nothing else at the moment. I could add a thing or two, but it'd be speculation at this point.

Sky Wars: Return of the Blog

I made it back to Falmouth with only major jetlag. Wait, what?

Yeah, I slept for 13 hours and I still feel like crap. I've got a lot to do today and I only have about an hour and change to do it so I can go to Duncan's birthday party. Jet lag itself isn't as bad as trying to get over jet lag. That's what kills you.

We're entering the very last week of living in our current house. I may be finalizing where I'll be living after that in a few days, which is good. What's bad is that just about everyone else has given up on keeping the common areas in order, meaning the kitchen. I'm going to say it's the lack of my American influence that has caused the mess because it makes me feel important here.

My trip from Gatwick to Falmouth was interesting in a couple of ways. First I was able to get an early train out of Gatwick. I pretty much went straight from Customs (a breeze, by the way) to the train station, hopped the next one going my way, twenty minutes tops. I was wondering if I forgot anything, it seemed too easy. I had to make a lot of train swtiches, but it wasn't so bad as I got into town two hours ahead of schedule - awesome! On one such train, I was next to a guy who claimed he invented the V chip in 1981 and sued someone in Texas for his cut. I was in awe, this is the kind of stuff I live for. I had to walk from the train to my house, which is more than half a mile up hill, but it had rained recently and it smelled like heaven from all the flowers in bloom, so I let it slide.

Okay, I need to go see exactly how poor I am and buy food, then put on body armor and choose a weapon so I can fight for my refrigerator space back. Later!