Just looking over how this first week has been treating me. Or rather, how I’ve been treating it. Or rather, how well I have — or have not — been living up to my plans.
Spoiler alert: I have not been living up to my plans, at all.
So, my weekly plan was as follows:
- On Mondays, go out to lunch someplace nice, taking my laptop, and work at least an hour on my fiction writing.
- On Tuesdays, go out to lunch someplace nice, taking my laptop, and work at least an hour on my ludicrous desire to write (misanthropic) philosophy.
- Spend Thursdays cleaning my house.
- Find time every week — maybe even every day — to work on my mythological project.
- Read some of the fiction on my backlog pile. Again, reading some every day.
- Start swimming laps every evening, or at least most evenings. (Technically not an option on Sundays, when the Y closes early.)
My specific plans for this week were to make three very important phone calls first thing Monday morning, do my laundry, go shopping to get the new clothes I desperately need, go grocery shopping before I run entirely out of food, deposit my tax refund at the bank, and finish up some dolly projects.
- I didn’t go out to lunch on Monday or Tuesday, but I have done a lot of work on my fiction. Sort of.
- I haven’t even started the whole philosophy thing, though I know where I’m probably going to start. Probably.
- Okay, technically, Thursday is only just starting, but…yeah, not likely to get any cleaning done.
- Haven’t started the mythology project. Probably because I’m daunted by my desire to start by applying a Derrida-style deconstruction to the Iliad, which sounded like a cool idea when my professor was explaining how real deconstruction worked, but now that the idea is to be applied, it sounds a little overwhelming. Also because there are a ludicrous number of names in the Iliad, and I’ll have to catalog each one. (Maybe it’s not the place to start after all…)
- I have been reading, at least. But since I decided to start with a Kindle book, I can’t read in the bath, which slows the process.
- I haven’t even gone to the Y to pick up the current pool hours, let alone done any swimming. (I haven’t even checked if my swimsuit still fits…)
- I made one of the three phone calls. Yesterday.
- Due to rain, cramps and other general unpleasantness, laundry was not on the table. (Well, my basement gets pretty damp when it rains.) I eventually got dragged over to my brother’s house yesterday to “help” him get his stuff packed for his move. By which he meant for me to sit there in his condo so he’d feel like someone was watching him so he’d have to work. And so I did half my load of laundry there. (Well, his condo has a very small washer and drier.)
- I felt like I was swollen, so I couldn’t go clothes shopping. Also I had cramps on Monday, and Tuesday was just too cold and depressing to leave the house. And then it was sunny yesterday, so I couldn’t drive anywhere because of my stupid arm.
- I finally got grocery shopping yesterday. But I think I forgot some stuff.
- I still haven’t deposited that check.
- I did at least finish one of my dolly projects. And I almost finished another one. Only everything seems to be not working right, so I have to take the doll apart again and figure out what’s wrong now and…ugh. Putting that off for a while. Because ugh.
So, all in all, not a successful first week of vacation. Like, at all.
But I do like what I’ve been doing with my writing.
I spent most of the writing time over the last three days working on the “character questions” I came up with, “asking” the questions of each of the leads of the three main projects I was thinking of working on over the summer. Asking Atalanta, Ariadne and Eurysakes the questions was kind of fun (along with one other character from the first book) but the idea of going back and re-writing their books is still pretty overwhelming. There’s a lot that’ll need to be done there.
I didn’t get very far in “asking” the questions of the leads of my superhero thing. I wanted to move on to the third project, the new project for Ashley and Paddy. (At this point, I think I almost need to give them their own tag. I keep talking about them. Mostly in IWSG posts, but still….)
The idea was, basically, as follows: you know how there’s this trend to give the heroines of romantic comedies a “gay best friend”? (Or so I’m told. The most recent romantic comedy I’ve seen was made in the 1990s. If this trend was around at that time, it wasn’t in any movie I saw.) Well, so how would the story look if told by that friend? Especially if he wasn’t a terrible stereotype like I’m sure he would be in the movies. So, that’s the starting point, with Ashley being the friend in question…though comparing his character questions to hers is pretty funny: he never mentions her, but she’s always going on about how the two of them are best friends.
I finally began the actual book last night — I’ve done a decent amount of plotting for it, considering it’ll probably be more of a novella than a novel anyway — and I’m really enjoying Ashley’s voice as a narrator. (Yeah, it’s first person. Given the premise of “bad romantic comedy as told by the gay best friend,” I wouldn’t be able to leave his POV, so I might as well just let him narrate.) I looked up a lot of movies and stuff from the early 1980s (when it’s set) to give me an idea of how people dressed before the 1980s really got going, but I’ve yet to see if any of the more obscure ones are available on Netflix. (Some of the less obscure ones I don’t even need Netflix for…)
Anyway, I’m thinking I’m going to enjoy this project, and I’ll probably want to talk about it a lot, so you may be bombarded with posts about it. Consider that your fair warning.
In any case, I’m hoping that in the week to come, I’ll be able to stick to my plan better. (And no, I don’t plan on filling you in on it every week.) Also, next week I’m hoping I’ll finally pick up the myth retellings again.