Now that I've been kind of "in between" manuscripts for a few weeks, it's starting to wear on me--there is just so much yardwork you can do in 90+ degrees, and forget housework--and now I'm trying to make a decision here. What to work on, I mean.

1. Sequel to U.P. on hold for now. Seriously, why knock myself out when the first one won't be published ( Read more... )

This is my last day of freedom--back to work tomorrow. My floor officially reopens on Monday. I stopped by yesterday and they're getting ready to put up the glass barrier around the desk. I hope it's not real glass. I asked the worker if it happens to be bullet proof by any chance. He evaded my question ( Read more... )

So at work today I peek at the staffing profile and see my name down for 3-11 shift.

"Oh-ho," says I. "I do not THINK so! I am on vacation tomorrow. Heh, heh, heh...heh ( Read more... )

I've been rotating shifts now for eleven months (yes, next month will be my one year anniversary in this job). So far it hasn't gotten much easier. I work 3-11 during the week and 7-3 on weekends, and this jumping around is getting to me. Waking up at 5 a.m. is now proving to be easier than staying awake till the sun goes down. And it's not as if I ( Read more... )

Why is it on the weekends I have to work--and be there at 7 a.m.--I can't get up? I mean I seriously. Cannot. Get. Out of bed. And when I finally do get up--late--I sit in a coma, drinking coffee, dreaming about crawling back into bed, staring at the clock till it's pretty much guaranteed I'll be late ( Read more... )