Real Life-ish
I'm yawning as I write this... Work has me beat at the end of every day and not in a good way. I quit being an economics major because I didn't want to do that much math... Now I have an accounting job. The things one lives to see. But I'm also looking for another gig (so I can quit this accounting thing) which is tough too. Every time I'm about to get an offer, at the last possible minute they go with someone else after having me come in and giving me the huge impression that I'm a shoe-in for the position. It's not fun having to tell perfect strangers what you plan to do with your life, what you do in your spare time, or if you know me, any one of the plethora of job interview horror stories I've been through (one interviewer tried to make me cry, another didn't know my name, etc.). It wears on you after a while.
Every time I get the urge to write, it's right when I can't do it. I know how so many chapters of Wake Me Up are supposed to go at this point but none of them are written down. I get to do the one-shots on the train rides (Umbrella is still in rough draft form along with Sunday, and I have the outline for Xerox which will be M-rated and I can't write that on the train or at work...). I sat down to edit Umbrella because my internet connection is wonky and my brain was like 'NO! No more work!' I know because I got that stabbing pain right there and decided to save my "Comma? No comma?"ing for later.
That's kind of where things stand. (Oh and my internet connection fell in the middle of my posting this the first time but thankfully LJ had it backed up!)
To add insult to injury I keep getting small cuts on the palms of my hands from accidents. Nothing serious, no stitches, blood transfusion or ritual animal sacrifice needed... So I've gotten slowed down again. Oh how the universe conspires!
Every time I get the urge to write, it's right when I can't do it. I know how so many chapters of Wake Me Up are supposed to go at this point but none of them are written down. I get to do the one-shots on the train rides (Umbrella is still in rough draft form along with Sunday, and I have the outline for Xerox which will be M-rated and I can't write that on the train or at work...). I sat down to edit Umbrella because my internet connection is wonky and my brain was like 'NO! No more work!' I know because I got that stabbing pain right there and decided to save my "Comma? No comma?"ing for later.
That's kind of where things stand. (Oh and my internet connection fell in the middle of my posting this the first time but thankfully LJ had it backed up!)
To add insult to injury I keep getting small cuts on the palms of my hands from accidents. Nothing serious, no stitches, blood transfusion or ritual animal sacrifice needed... So I've gotten slowed down again. Oh how the universe conspires!