Finding my Feet Part 3—November Progress Report 1

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Baby steps. Everyone keeps reminding me it’s baby steps. So far I am progressing slowly as I work to change my living habits. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. So, this week, I achieved the following:

Writing Me:

1.      Adventure1: added 1,200 words to Scene 2;
2.      YA Novel1: Outline needs more work, but is slowly coming together. I am working characters with outline as they seem to be informing each other. Today I realised that this is my second YA novel idea that has no supernatural or paranormal elements. When it’s done, I’ll start on the older idea.
3.      Short Story1: reading over setting commenced.
4.      Three blog entries this week.
5.      Week 1 Self-Publishing Options workshop complete
6.      Reading continued.

Real-World Me

1.      Have spent more time with family this week—so happy!
2.      More time spent on Language2 this week, not on Language1. Now I just need to work at being consistent and add Language1 into the mix.
3.      1 Computing subject completed, 2nd started.
4.      Exercise habit is forming.
5.      Household chores being caught up on.
Now I just have to work in Writing Heads 2 and 3, and Projects 1 and 2. This is good. Next week, this post should be longer, and more should be achieved. The object is to build a SUSTAINABLE work habit, so part of what I’m doing now should show me what is sustainable and what is not. I am looking forward to being able to send a proposal and being able to give a deadline I know I can meet.

Now, into the mill-race of the week ahead :-)
Location: Canberra ACT 2601, Australia

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