Feeling like a writer means that your writing process accomplishes the following things when you’re trying to finally finish chapter three:
- rewrote deadlines on the whiteboard
- erased deadlines and rewrote them as a calendar
- cleaned up the desk
- cleaned up the old PC desktop
- burned 2005 server logs out to backup CDs
- downloaded Jan-Jun 2006 logs
- figured out how to copy songs from ipod to work machine w/o wiping out ipod, because i’m really tired of the options on the weekend and need my own music to survive
- foraged around for and ate many snacks
- Wrote Belief #9
That’s how real writers work, right? So I really have to get #10 and #11 written tomorrow. I have to turn them in on Monday. I guess I’m going home to write some more (which I hope doesn’t mean that I have to clean the sink and load the dishwasher just yet).
Baby bird (only one is in the nest) is growing. He’s exceptionally uncooperative and moves when I try to take his picture. He’s now able to hold up his little head, and his eyes are open. Mama was hanging around tonight, when the last picture was taken, so I only got one shot. The other photos are from Friday the 28th.