🗁Added 9 photos to album Sarajevo, 2017-18.
Antics.
Antics.
it's fucking day 1 and I'm already highly sleep deprived. Only a few sentences under the daily target, but completely incapable of producing more at the moment. If only this post counted.
hello darkness my old friend
Phew.
I'm aiming for a 750words streak for the whole month at a minimum. I expect I'll be maintaining the 1667 daily average in fits and starts. Tomorrow I'm not going to work.
Sugar free chocolate beet cakes.
Excessive pizza with vegan cheese from Mum. I used yeast in the dough and let it rise once, and I am never going back.
Grah.
My database has been broken for twelve days, and for all of those of you who were missing reading what I had for breakfast fear not! It's fixed, and I kept logs on paper. Regular service will resumse shortly.
I'm dead serious. Stranger Things 2 exists entirely for Steve's character development. Right? It was fine and all, but all I really cared about by the last few episodes was Steve. Go Steve.
I spent all day hoping for the rain to stop.
This is... not what I meant.
That feeling when you are now so far behind the finish-on-time Nanowrimo target that you stop writing for the word count and start writing for the story, and then it gets easier again.
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$5 is steep. I guess you're paying to not have to maintain a server yourself..
I discovered today that my Nanowrimo (Of the Moon) is set on the same planet where I started another story (Quest for Brothers) several years ago, but thousands and thousands of years in the future, after an apocalyptic event wiped out the first inhabitants.
One of the characters in QfB, whose story I didn't get very far with at the time and was the least interesting to me of the three MCs, apparently had great adventures and went down in her peoples' history in a series of legends about her deeds.
Anyway looks like my MC in OtM knows more about other characters I've met in the past than I do.
Dunno if it's a coincidence, but since I've been writing fiction every day I have had fewer mega-lows, and zero urge to curl up on the sofa with a colouring book and pens.
This also coincides with my phd finally being actually properly and for real wrapped up, so I can't scientifically identify a correlation here.
But definitely writing is making me feel good, everything else aside.
Hey I have almost 15,000 words and a whole world that I didn't have two weeks ago.
Nanowrimo 2017, Of the Moon. The first (long) story I've written:
Sometimes I take a moment to just revel in how much more free* time I have with a full time job compared to doing a PhD.
* time for decentralised social web stuff** and Nanowrimo.
** what was my thesis about again?
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Actually I think what's nice is just that I spend a lot less time watching netflix whilst drowning in crippling guilt these days.
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I'm not done with this topic yet.
Spending all day every day either working dedicatedly at one thing, or feeling overwhelmingly guilty about not working dedicatedly at one thing, seemed to make complete sense at the time and had a kind of honour associated with it. But in hindsight it was really stupid and more often than I think I even realised, especially towards the end, I was hellishly miserable.
Don't get me wrong, I loved doing a PhD, and I got a lot out of it. I got travel opportunities, and great friends, and fantastic mentors, and learnt a lot about myself. One thing I always tell people I love about postgrad was the freedom to work under my own steam, on topics that interested me. I could work when I wanted, how I wanted.
In hindsight.. I should have used that freedom to not work all the time.
That makes it sound like I worked all the time. I did not. I spent an awful lot of time not working, but because most of that not-working time I could have been working, I felt terrible about the fact I wasn't working. On and off over the years I tried a schedule - to build in non-work-not-guilty time. Sometimes it worked. And sometimes I'd go off on an adventure (a walk around a new city, or climb a mountain) and tell myself I need a break and it's okay not to work that day. Sometimes it escalated, and I'd spend an entire day watching Star Trek and tell myself it was okay and I needed a break. Then I'd do that a few days or even up to a week in a row, and realise that I could no longer justify this as a mental-health preserving break, and all the good energy-saving would be undone in one fell swoop of crushing guilt. Then I'd watch Star Trek for a bit longer out of misery.
The lesson here is probably something about better time planning.
Random things in Sarajevo... Running, food at Bibana, Karuzo, Vrbas, Cejf, and the coffee place with the tree.
Fried tofu with quinoa.
Sweet home Sarajevo.
Taj Mahal food with Elizabeth... coffee place with the tree.. random Sarajevo.
Waiting for a docker image to build? That's time for at least 100 words.
I've had Syre on repeat for two days now. I'm starting to forget how to function without it in my ears.
Gently psychedelic weird rap, the album as a whole is greater than the sum of its parts. It varies in pace and style, and is chaotic throughout in a way I love. Louder is better.
I particularly love B.L.U.E and Lost Boy, and Icon has grown on me enormously. But it really makes the most sense as one 70 minute track.
I have allowed twice as much time tonight to write as I manage on most nights! I can write twice as much!
Or I can write 750 words and watch a movie. I miss movies.
Concluding this month's inadvertent how-long-can-rhiaro-do-a-full-time-job experiment, during which I went to work for 8+ hours per day, five days a week, for three weeks straight, and had some overly social weekends and evenings, I have determined that the answer is 3 weeks at a stretch and now I am out. Of. Steam.
I will retreat henceforth back into the safety of antisocial part-timeiness.
I know most people work at least this much in non-solo environments. What I don't understand is how.
Day 25: 25,000 words. Better late than never.
I alternated writing with cooking and listening to Syre. I made bulgar wheat with lentils and veggies; baked a loaf of bread; and now I'm making leek and potato soup to accompany the bread.
Today's Bosnian word of the day is hljeb. With a side of leek and potato soup.
Waaay too sweet cookies. Just brown sugar, flour, raisins, and coconut oil.
The usual.
The night bus from Sarajevo to Munich, then a flight to Edinburgh from Munich airport. In between, a burger (one of 4 vegan options!) at the airport.
A foray up the Scott Monument with Jane, and dinner at Nova Pizza.
My PhD graduation! I'm legit now. Starring my parents and Sergio; featuring McEwan Hall and the Auld Hoose.