It’s been a busy week. I’m taking on another big book at work and copyediting it myself. It’s cool because the book is about neuropsychology, which is at least tangentially in my field (Media Culture was half psychology). It’s stressful because the book is over 1100 pages and it’s on a tight turnaround. Today was mostly editing references.

Sometimes I have weeks where I feel like I’m getting lots done, but not going anywhere. Today would have been one of those weeks. I can dismiss what I do during the day job as being a separate category from the personal goals I set for myself. I haven’t been to the gym in weeks because I’ve been exhausted, and it’s frustrating to think I’m at least appearing to be the out-in-February failed-resolution crowd. I got the last piece of homework done in class as the professor was setting up.

But what I’m really proud of is that even if a lot of other things felt rushed or missing this week, and even if it was only one day, I wrote this week. Even though I was tired last night, I ended up finishing some homework early, so I pulled up my story, and made it to the end. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, either. There are some vague moments that could get teased out more and a paragraph or two that I’m not sure I’ll keep, but I like the concept of it and the way my experiment is paying off. It’s my little triumph of the week, finishing an edit on that story, so even though my shoulders are sore from sitting in this office chair all day, I am feeling good, heading into the weekend.