Whistling in the dark...
It's a Sunday, and I'm at the office, trying to figure out why this translation module isn't working. Which is hard to do, because I don't know enough about the translation module to know whether I've done something wrong, there's something wrong with the file, or the company that sent us the file did something wrong, or the software is screwy. So mostly I'm banging my head against a wall, here. Yippee.
But coming in today to work on it is making up for the fact that I have no days off left, due to being out sick for four days the week before last. And I have that surgery scheduled on the 4th, and I would like to take a couple of days around xmas off ... meh. So weekend work is mine for lots of reasons. The other reasons all involve how insane this project is, and how many things are wrong with it right now.
I did have a small epiphany today, writing-related wise. I think some of my problems in writing this current story stem from my not relating to my protagonist the way I used to. I've gone through this huge life change, and now I feel like I don't know this woman I made up, and I don't know how to write her. Which is a big problem for me, as I'm pretty character-focused as a writer. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it right now, but I'm thinking about it. It's not an earth-shattering epiphany, but it bears some reflection, I think.
I've been typing this post during hang-time with the software I'm working with. So far I've been suffering through the software crashing, the software freezing, the software just not doing what it's supposed to, and other problems. I think that's enough for a Sunday. I'm taking my ball and I'm going home.
But coming in today to work on it is making up for the fact that I have no days off left, due to being out sick for four days the week before last. And I have that surgery scheduled on the 4th, and I would like to take a couple of days around xmas off ... meh. So weekend work is mine for lots of reasons. The other reasons all involve how insane this project is, and how many things are wrong with it right now.
I did have a small epiphany today, writing-related wise. I think some of my problems in writing this current story stem from my not relating to my protagonist the way I used to. I've gone through this huge life change, and now I feel like I don't know this woman I made up, and I don't know how to write her. Which is a big problem for me, as I'm pretty character-focused as a writer. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it right now, but I'm thinking about it. It's not an earth-shattering epiphany, but it bears some reflection, I think.
I've been typing this post during hang-time with the software I'm working with. So far I've been suffering through the software crashing, the software freezing, the software just not doing what it's supposed to, and other problems. I think that's enough for a Sunday. I'm taking my ball and I'm going home.