Hopefully brief.
I just thought I'd drop a post to inform people that I am in fact still alive, although by how much is a matter of perspective. I've just finished a 13 1/2 hour day of work with a two hour break in the middle which I used to supliment my previous night's two hours of sleep with a disjointed and oft interrupted nap. Overall, I feel... not too horrible, at least not once you get past the horribly drained bit.
I haven't writen a damn thing this summer. I need to get a loan. I need to get a spine and just start working on stuff. In the past two weeks I've made more voice memos on my phone (which I often use to record sudden flahses of inspiration) than I ever have. I'm overflowing with creativity, and yet I'm terrified to use it. I'm terrified of the Writing department. Of being hackney. Cliche.
I also am extremely worried that I will be unable to continue working at this pace--or even half of it--for much longer. I already informed my manager that I was inches away from walking off the job last week, but he didn't seem to take it too seriously. No one does. Am I that hard to take seriously?
It doesn't help that three people have yet to submit their mage surveys to me. I sent out an email asking them to have them in by Friday or else I might not accept them.
I don't know if they thought I was serious. I am, no matter how much I wish I didn't have to be.
If they aren't in by tomorrow night at midnight I won't accept them. If I don't accept them the characters can't enter play. I am not doing this to be a jerk; I simply need a little cooperation.
I hope no one finds that offensive. If you do please tell me, as I'd like to hear it.
Now I'm going to go and lay down until I have to go back to work.
I haven't writen a damn thing this summer. I need to get a loan. I need to get a spine and just start working on stuff. In the past two weeks I've made more voice memos on my phone (which I often use to record sudden flahses of inspiration) than I ever have. I'm overflowing with creativity, and yet I'm terrified to use it. I'm terrified of the Writing department. Of being hackney. Cliche.
I also am extremely worried that I will be unable to continue working at this pace--or even half of it--for much longer. I already informed my manager that I was inches away from walking off the job last week, but he didn't seem to take it too seriously. No one does. Am I that hard to take seriously?
It doesn't help that three people have yet to submit their mage surveys to me. I sent out an email asking them to have them in by Friday or else I might not accept them.
I don't know if they thought I was serious. I am, no matter how much I wish I didn't have to be.
If they aren't in by tomorrow night at midnight I won't accept them. If I don't accept them the characters can't enter play. I am not doing this to be a jerk; I simply need a little cooperation.
I hope no one finds that offensive. If you do please tell me, as I'd like to hear it.
Now I'm going to go and lay down until I have to go back to work.