good excuses

So I remembered why I hadn't been writing much at college, to wit, the part where some days I am busy from eight-thirty until five and then have to do a philosophy reading, homework for my tutorial, and a problem set for multivariable calculus before I get a chance to surface gasping.

(And then it's ten, and I'm exhausted, and I start looking suspiciously at the clock, because I have work at eight tomorrow morning.)

Yesterday I didn't have anything in the morning, but I did some stuff for Ideomancer and then I wrote a synopsis for the novel I wrote this past summer, and between those things my morning rather disappeared, and then there was class and work again, and then homework to be done.

I mean, it was a good thing that I wrote a synopsis, because a couple of things are clearer in my head now, but it took time away from thinking about or working on The Urban Fantasy Novel.

These are of course all excellent excuses and don't make me feel any better about not writing, but I'm tired enough at the moment that I don't really care.

Maybe tomorrow.


(On a far more optimistic note, Hume's philosophy makes much more sense to me than Descartes' does. Hurrah!)