Time doesn't exist

This is a theory debated in a good movie called IQ.  Very funny and romantic movie.  But yesterday I had two separate conversations that seemed to highlight the calendar of my life.  I don't live in months, years, days or weeks.  My life has seasons: Spring (Jan 2-May 5), Summer (May 12-Aug 5) and Fall (Aug 19 - Dec 5).  I also call them semesters.  I'm currently 9.5 semesters old.  My spring starts cold and snowy.  This year my summer hasn't been very warm. 

What does all of this have to do with writing?  Well, when your life is broken down into such small chunks and you feel like you have thousands of things to do in those short periods but no time to do them, something has to be sacrificed.  In most cases, it's the stuff you like most.  In my case it's writing.  The world of the Oak Wand is calling me but I just can't seem to make the time to answer.  So time doesn't exist.

This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*

Dropped the ball

Well, I made an effort to get my piece ready for the writing club.  I even drew up a world map that those writing after me could reference and then things didn't work out for me to go.  Crappy.  But at least it got me to write, right?

But I did come to the realization that a round-robin would have taken all of my writing time.  Not that I have much as it is but I think I really needed the recharge to the creative batteries so I can tackle the Oak Wand again.  Maybe I should have put that in a round-robin.  "Read the first 90 pages and then add to it."  My goal this month is to spend time with my novel in hopes of moving it forward some more.  June is halfway done and the end of the month just gets hectic so I'm not even going to try and hope to finish chapter 7.  I guess we'll see.

This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*