As far as productivity goes, this week has been awful. How awful? It's hard to say, exactly, because I did not keep hours in my journal, as I normally do. But I'm behind in just about all my writing tasks, plus my taxes, and it's now Saturday afternoon. If I finish anything, it will be a miracle.
I will say this. I've been going through a lot of heart issues, many of which has to do with fear. Fear is often the bane of my existance, and it seems to well up in me like a fountain, for no discernable reason. When I was a kid, I often wondered why so many of the fairy tale/ fantasy stories emphasized bravery. Now I know. Life is scary. And it's not even the grand, dramatic moments. Little things scare me just as much.
In short, this has been a week for feeling and dealing with personal issues. And sometimes, that's good, too.
Brainstorming, interestingly enough, has been probably the most productive thing I've done this week, writing-wise. I added 15 more pages of notes for my secod novel, in preparation for NaNoWriMo. I've also done some work on Chapter 29, though I've yet to complete it. I did some writing for my new Coffin story and I got Rejection #18. I got two substitute jobs and I went on a date on Monday. So, all in all, I guess stuff got done.