I cannot frelling believe that it is already the end of October. How did that happen? I have three days until November. Three. Days.
For me, November is crazy.
- It’s my birthday! On the 7th, I turn 25
- I have an interview with one of the universities I applied to for next year on the 23rd, with my portfolio. I am totally and utterly terrified. Luckily, my mother is friends with an HSC art teacher who has very kindly agreed to give me some advice for my portfolio.
- It’s NaBloWriMo! National Blog Writing Month – one entry every day. I missed the cut off last year, so I am going to give it a go this year, as a way to get into the blogging-often grove. i tend to let it slide when I’m overwhelmed.
- And the reason I’ve been overwhelmed this month? NanoWrimo 2012! This is my eighth year of participation, but I haven’t been particularly successful in recent years. This year I am determined – I have my story halfway through outlining (I still have a chapter-breakdown and character-guides to write out!) I am so utterly determined to get a first-draft manuscript at the end of November, it’s filling my every thought.
And I still have to find some sort of job. I’m marching my resume into the local supermarket this week. I desperately need the money for Christmas and moving to the city for Uni next year – especially if I have such a hard time finding a job in the city.
So for the next three days, I have to move my television and install my super-brand-new digital box (I will have more than five channels, and it will be glorious!), finish off the NanoWrimo Binder of Doom (my personal guide to my novel), add another shelf to my bookcase, vacuum my bedroom, empty and wipe every single surface, drop my resume off, work on my portfolio (it desperately needs updating!) and try to design two brand new website layouts – one for this site, and one for written-word.org, where I’d like to blog and keep notes about writing my novel. And I still really, really want to read just 19 more books (my goal for 2012 was to read 50 new books; 19 more will take me to 100 Ideally, 104, which would mean I was reading two books every week.)
Oh god, there’s definitely not a lot of time left. I have a distinctive feeling that some of these jobs are going to be half-assed.