work type things and a choice of songs that someone will like
I'm feeling good. well, I'm feeling good except for my irritation at the teeny smidgen of orange chicken which has lodged itself under my tongue and is asserting its stubborn, unmovable presence by tickling my gag reflex.
I just wrote something long and involved about my internship, but my mouse went spastic and in the flurry of highlighted text I managed to delete all of it. you'll all probably be pleased not to have such a long stream-of-consciousness to sift through, anyway. suffice to say, I've been feeling that I'm getting exiled to slush city (our term for the massive pile of unsolicited manuscripts) for the rest of my life, rather than treated like an apprentice or pupil or something like that, but yesterday was a good day because that feeling changed. my supervisor asked me to come upstairs with him and chat (my inner child's "uh-oh, I'm in trouble" reflex struck me right away). he proceeded to explain everything he's been doing recently so that I'd have a clue, and in response to my questions about what books are moving toward publication right now and what's being done with them, he allocated me several neat tasks. so finally I feel that he, Harrison (my only coworker) and I are going to be working as a team toward a common goal. that's a pretty keen thing.
I'm also doing some graphic design, and the author/journalist for whom I'm working has had very kind things to say about my work and about my professionalism (I couldn't resist saying "good - tell people!"). I'm thinking that I'm going to try to get a little bit of freelance graphic design under my belt. it can't pay any less than Rita's, honestly.
I've kept busy - really busy - so far this summer. I think it's a response to London and how often I was moving and doing things there. I see a lot more ways to get things out of life these days, and I don't want to sit around. but I'm feeling it lately. I'm exhausted. I can't seem to get enough sleep, no matter how long I stay in bed. I'm sure it won't last for too long, but I'm going to take a little bit of a break... maybe. unless exciting things come up, which they always do.
but this entry has gone on long enough.
I just wrote something long and involved about my internship, but my mouse went spastic and in the flurry of highlighted text I managed to delete all of it. you'll all probably be pleased not to have such a long stream-of-consciousness to sift through, anyway. suffice to say, I've been feeling that I'm getting exiled to slush city (our term for the massive pile of unsolicited manuscripts) for the rest of my life, rather than treated like an apprentice or pupil or something like that, but yesterday was a good day because that feeling changed. my supervisor asked me to come upstairs with him and chat (my inner child's "uh-oh, I'm in trouble" reflex struck me right away). he proceeded to explain everything he's been doing recently so that I'd have a clue, and in response to my questions about what books are moving toward publication right now and what's being done with them, he allocated me several neat tasks. so finally I feel that he, Harrison (my only coworker) and I are going to be working as a team toward a common goal. that's a pretty keen thing.
I'm also doing some graphic design, and the author/journalist for whom I'm working has had very kind things to say about my work and about my professionalism (I couldn't resist saying "good - tell people!"). I'm thinking that I'm going to try to get a little bit of freelance graphic design under my belt. it can't pay any less than Rita's, honestly.
I've kept busy - really busy - so far this summer. I think it's a response to London and how often I was moving and doing things there. I see a lot more ways to get things out of life these days, and I don't want to sit around. but I'm feeling it lately. I'm exhausted. I can't seem to get enough sleep, no matter how long I stay in bed. I'm sure it won't last for too long, but I'm going to take a little bit of a break... maybe. unless exciting things come up, which they always do.
but this entry has gone on long enough.