Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
Sep. 13th, 2013 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaHmm. It appears to be September 13th. And I have not yet posted on the success of my new year resolutions during August. You know what that means, don't you?
Exactly. There wasn't any :(
Actually, sleeping wasn't a complete disaster. Success was somewhat interrupted by me, for example, sloping off to folk festivals and staying up far too late drinking wine, and so on...
However, during the non-holiday bits of the month I had moderate success bounding out of bed and catching my train-of-choice, the 0817. Unfortunately, I'm not clear why I was able to do this. It feels more like something that happened, and less like something that I caused.
As I have noted before, I think I doubt the premise of this resolution. Getting to bed in decent time does not seem to confer the ability to leap out from under duvets with alacrity.
A mixed bag of holidays, busy weekends and sheer incompetence meant that I didn't order any more of my prescribed books from the library. Accordingly, I didn't read any of them.
I did read a few pretty good books, but they just don't count because they ain't on the list.
Embarrassingly, I forgot all about the whole "send a piece of written work somewhere each month" until something like the 30th. I had two short story competitions lined up as possibles, but both turned out to have insurmountable hurdles. One - run by Shildon Town Council, of all people - permitted you to submit entries by e-mail but required you to pay the entrance fee by cheque. A thing which, at that late date, I couldn't achieve in time.
The other looked vaguely promising, until I discovered that the story I was intending to send conformed to the guidelines on the printed-in-magazine rules they'd published, but not to the guidelines on their website, which were different. Which put me off, and then I realised the entrance fee was £17, which I decided was too ludicrous to pay.
The people/institutions to whom I have sent non-competition-related bits of writing continue to ignore me, which after a while I think I can interpret as rather lazy rejection. Will just have to write better things.
Exactly. There wasn't any :(
Actually, sleeping wasn't a complete disaster. Success was somewhat interrupted by me, for example, sloping off to folk festivals and staying up far too late drinking wine, and so on...
However, during the non-holiday bits of the month I had moderate success bounding out of bed and catching my train-of-choice, the 0817. Unfortunately, I'm not clear why I was able to do this. It feels more like something that happened, and less like something that I caused.
As I have noted before, I think I doubt the premise of this resolution. Getting to bed in decent time does not seem to confer the ability to leap out from under duvets with alacrity.
A mixed bag of holidays, busy weekends and sheer incompetence meant that I didn't order any more of my prescribed books from the library. Accordingly, I didn't read any of them.
I did read a few pretty good books, but they just don't count because they ain't on the list.
Embarrassingly, I forgot all about the whole "send a piece of written work somewhere each month" until something like the 30th. I had two short story competitions lined up as possibles, but both turned out to have insurmountable hurdles. One - run by Shildon Town Council, of all people - permitted you to submit entries by e-mail but required you to pay the entrance fee by cheque. A thing which, at that late date, I couldn't achieve in time.
The other looked vaguely promising, until I discovered that the story I was intending to send conformed to the guidelines on the printed-in-magazine rules they'd published, but not to the guidelines on their website, which were different. Which put me off, and then I realised the entrance fee was £17, which I decided was too ludicrous to pay.
The people/institutions to whom I have sent non-competition-related bits of writing continue to ignore me, which after a while I think I can interpret as rather lazy rejection. Will just have to write better things.
