bookkeeping

[truepenny]

Kekropia

August 16-22: 448 words
this morning: 870 words

Comments: Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere, my motivation is back in town. Yee-ha!

Verdict: Pleased. (Understatement. If I'm not bouncing up and down and giggling with glee, it's only because I'm not actually five years old.)

And you're stopping because ... ?

1. Should at least think about lunch.
2. Must rest my hands, even if I don't want to.
3. Made the mistake of taking a good long look at my keyboard, and sweet bobble-headed Jesus this thing needs cleaning.

ION, ursulav was thinking this morning about what she was doing five years ago. Which, because I am a lemming, caused me to do the same, and I realized that five years ago, I was in the middle of taking prelims. Undoubtedly both the smartest and the most stressed I will ever be in my life. And something I Never. Have. To. Do. Again.

And I'm celebrating by working on a novel for which I have a contract. Right at the moment, life is pretty damn good.

Comments

[katallen.livejournal.com]

Just a quick -- yay, go Kekropia!

[larryhammer]

Lessee — five years ago, I was finally getting the hang of my job and, while still blocked, slowly working my way out of it.

---L.

[lisekit.livejournal.com]

Five years ago was actually an odd time for me (another odd time, that is). I finished my first degree, and worked for a year before starting my MPhil; but my head was in two places at once because I was applying for MPhil funding and starting to read while I jobbed. I also started teaching undergrads; I had experience of adult ESOL teaching before, but never academic teaching. They were a good bunch, I think I did quite well, and having enjoyed my course one girl went on to do a dissertation with me. Later, she went to work for the Central School of Ballet and scored me free tickets to one of their touring shows.
I graduated; I sent a toxic partner packing roughly three years after I should have done so; I began afresh. Some of my firmest friendships were formed this year. One would eventually fall apart.
My boss was also quite simply from hell, but I learnt a lot of very useful skills, mainly in the fundraising arena. I also learned that I was good at my job, and didn't have to take shit from a bitch who wasn't. I think this was the most valuable skill of all.
Five years ago, I co-founded a Contemporary Dance Society, following a performance in a successful showcase. This is still my baby, although I feel myself moving onwards an upwards - time to move into the knife-edged world of Community, from the safe pillow of Student dance.
I probably started dancing as a serious hobby at about this time, so without five years ago I wouldn't be doing much of what I'm doing. I think I probably taught my first dance workshops at around this time as well. Phew, busy year!
I think back then, I was at a lot of crossroads. I feel I'm at another set now, but I also think I'm older; older and wiser perhaps, but also older with more adult responsibilities and less time in the kitty to tit about with. Time to sort it out. Last time led to a lot of quite positive and successful experiments; this time, I have to make proper decisions.

Being a boring bastard

[dmsherwood53.livejournal.com]

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