Yeah, that's right. Up since 4am, critiquing six stories clocking in at 41,000 words. Workshop will run from 8am to probably sometime after 2pm today. I've missed dinner three nights in a row, and I have a migraine. Haven't written one original word since handing in the flash story.

If I'm going to write going forward, it's become painfully obvious that I'll have to cloister myself off completely - no outings with other Clarionites, no long conversations and/or networking, no walking around campus staring at baaaby ducks. Just a whole fuckton of solitude, trying to keep my head above water as I go through all these stories. My first obligation is NOT to writing my own work, but to critiquing what's handed in. And the only way I can create time to write my own stuff is by cutting myself off from anything that eats up my time - including blogging. This isn't how I wanted it to be here, and I'll no doubt come off as some stuck-up bitch in the process, but that's the way it's got to be.