In the most literal sense of the Latin.
Five weeks ago I had time which I now do not have. It is October 25th and NaNo starts in less than a week, my proposal is due in two, Christmas is just around the corner, and that funding bid is getting down the the wire. Funny, how life just loves to sit back and laugh at you when you make statements like 'there's plenty of time left'.
On the topic of the proposal, everything is written/filled out/compiled except for one reference letter which belongs to a prof I have not heard from in two weeks despite repeated emails. I knew that one was too good to be true and I swear if I miss out on this because of him I may commit murder, because that will be the second time he's screwed me over. On the other hand, if he does not get back to me before the deadline, I may be down to Leicester as my only option anyways (due to money) and the cosmic irony is more than I can handle. I was starting to get attached to Newcastle.
On the topic of NaNo. I sat down yesterday and figured out a plan. It's not a good plan, but it wasn't last year either, so I have faith. I must simply force myself to write everyday and then the novel will appear. I am certain of this. Of course, there is also the oil painting. I'm trying not to think about that one.
As for the funding bid? Well, the positive part is that it's not mine to worry about. Although if we miss the deadline for that then I definitely don't get paid.
And Christmas is just around the corner, as the Xmas trees in the store keep scream ing at me. It's going to be a long two months, in all the wrong ways.
I also need to find a job, eventually, because as of New Years I will be unemployed. At least until May.