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Today we have more storms, but they're not going to come quite yet. I've washed most of the dishes and made some tea and will do some more housework and just as much work as I can fit in before lunchtime. I'm having the early afternoon off in any case, because three of us decided that one should not cancel the new year. I have a round challah and I have apples and honey and I have jelly beans for the celebrational aspects.

I think the later part of the day is all about reviews and essays and getting as much as possible done on that front so that I can then do some solid work on my dissertation next week. Also, reviews and essays can be divided into discrete portions and don't require hours and hours of focus, so if they get interrupted by storms then there's no work lost and no time wasted. I'm heading into a week where, if I want to see friends and remain human (which I do) I have to do the no-work-lost-and-no-time-wasted thing. If I don't, I'll be setting myself up for trouble down the track. Also, I won't have time to spend on writing fiction when the fiction arrives back from my supervisor. And this would make me unhappy and life is too short for making oneself unhappy!

All that is in the future. My immediate present is devoted to editing and drinking copious amounts of Turkish apple tea.

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I'm 7/8 through two book reviews and 1/3 through the third. I still have to do the editing. Possibly I ought to get dressed first, though. Just possibly. Still, I'm very happy with my progress. They're smaller pieces than usual, but that's because the books were good and I didn't find a zillion things to argue with.

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I can't seem to stop working on my revision. It's just as well that the other work I was going to do this weekend is either done, not arrived on my desk, or able to be done in the interstices, because this big rethink refuses to go away. My current estimate is that if I can lose 10,000 words in this strange combined work, re-order some things and sort out 2 minor plot arcs, I'll be fine. That's the stage I'll know if all this effort was worth it.

I feel like a driven creature. I'm fighting weather changes and a whole bunch of things I had planned to do. My solution is to crack the whip a little and work harder. That way I can be finished by tomorrow and I can spend the day at a friend's. When I get back tomorrow evening, I shall be firmly in doctoral mode and also in Medieval mode (since the two aren't mutually exclusive) and the last few days will be swept under the rug and forgotten (or the novel will go out to beta readers, whichever is more appropriate).