As predicted, I'm thoroughly ashamed of last night's late-night whining session. But I can't completely regret it, because it convinced Aurelio Zen to go ahead and finish Vita Nova, if only so she can avoid coming across as the whiney little bitch that I am (KIDDING, AZ!). Much thanks to everyone who wrote to tell me that I don't suck. I feel bad, because I really wasn't fishing for praise, but even so, it has made my day. Because the heart of the matter, which I never got around to stating last night, is, if I can't cut it writing fanfic, then what the hell makes me think I stand an ice cube's chance in Texas in July of ever writing professionally? I even got up today and started looking up GMAT study guides, convinced that I'd just better resign myself to going to grad school so I can get one o' them there job thingies because I'll never have the career I really want. But now I'm feeling much better and thinking I should just shut my gob and go write.

I plan to answer all the e-mail individually at some point today. All of my e-mail, going back to the stuff I put off in favor of end-of-term school work.

Damn. I have so much to do. I gotta get some sort of system. Staying up till 6 AM, sleeping till 3 PM, then sitting down to write but not really writing anything and surfing instead, and intermittently remembering to take care of some of the many other things that need to be taken care of ... this just isn't cutting it. I need to pull out my Dayrunner and start structuring my days better. I still have so much to do for the band just to get them started. And there's still the cleaning. And I need to start riding my bike regularly. Yesterday I saw a picture of myself from a couple of months ago and it's clear that I spend way too damn much time sitting on my ass in front of the computer. I have got to get into better shape.

In other news, Getaway 5 is halfway written, and I've devised a cunning plan to fit more links over there on the sidebar without stretching it out of the frame. Okay, not so much cunning, but at least it's a plan.

I'm off to brave the heat and ride my bike. Because exercise really is a good, non-evil thing, right? Eh, I'm not totally convinced, but I'm willing to give it a go. Later.