"Someday is not a day of the week."

[rubykatewriting]

In honor of the coming new year, I’ve turned into a busy little bee – clearing out the old and welcoming in the new. At work, we’re basically sitting around, twiddling our thumbs, on the State's dime, so I figure why not use this downtime to my advantage? (Nevermind the increasing panic the longer I go with less than five patients on study, with nary a protocol on the horizon. That’s a post for another day, when I’m feeling far more self-indulgent [yes, it is, in fact, possible] and whiny and flail-y.)

Anyway, I'm being productive. Last night I put together some random snippets I've saved over the years – ideas and sometimes even whole scenes – and I have officially started my novel. Now that I've typed that I feel that knot tighten in my gut, just as I always do when I think about writing original fiction, but I am going to do it. This idea has been fermenting for the past five years, ever since I lost my first grandfather, and in a little over five months, I will be turning twenty-eight. It's time to shit or get off the pot already, pardon the inherent crassness.

I also spent most of the day cleaning up my tags, deleting old ones, re-tagging older posts, etc., so that I have fewer, more comprehensive tags.

See? Productive.