First Week

The second week of the semester is starting today and it's still looking like a fifty-fifty chance for non-stressful free time and... not non-stressful free time.

I'm already worrying about tests that are a month away and the fact that two of my classes always have exams on the same weeks and there's one day where I have two exams on the same day. I'm also already planning for the next semester and counting down the days until the first break, both of which are things I probably shouldn't be doing one week in. There's also a chance I'll apply to be a volunteer DJ next semester... but we'll see how that goes. My justification for it is that it's always a good thing to be accumulating different experiences. So there's that.

I have done some writing since I got back to the dorm and recently got rolling again on a novel I'd been blocked on. I'm going to have to wait until after the semester has actually gotten going before I'll know for sure how much writing I'll be able to get myself to do. I really do want to be comfortable enough to write, though.

Tschüs.

Circles

My break from school is rapidly coming to a close and I feel like I've accomplished very little. I finished another short story and my brain kickstarted for an idea for another story entirely unrelated to anything else but that would have the potential to incorporate a lot of random ideas I've been hoping to use for a while.

In theory, there's the potential for me to have more free time to be used to write during this upcoming semester, but there's also the chance I'll start working in a lab at some point. If the lab thing happens, I'll likely be spending a lot of time trying to understand what the heck I'm doing, given the fact that there's a lot of quantum stuff involved with super conductors that I've never seen before.

Physics aside, I fully intend to do my best to spit out a collection of short stories and poetry sometime during this summer, and I would like to get work done on some longer pieces, too. I have so many ideas I want to give my attention to, and I'm having a terrible time of doing just that. Once I settle into the new semester, I hope to find a pocket of time I can use to just relax and write, uninterrupted by anxiety about class or research or life.

I hope 2015 is going well for you, and if it isn't, I hope things turn around. Best of luck.

Tschüs.