me and you
Currently:
(1) I'm going to give my boss my two weeks' tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing whether she's confused, upset, pleased, accepting, whatever. Actually I'm not looking forward to it. But I'm going in anyway.
(2) I have four clients. Two of them are paying me with money.
(3) I wrote a bunch of "Eyes", "God" and "Junk" last night. I neglected to mention before that "Junk" is getting a lot of attention lately. What makes me sad about it is that (1) it refuses to progress in a linear fashion and (2) the MC probably can't keep his name if I ever want to publish the thing.
(4) Planning to at least try NaNo.
(5) Class this noon. Even class feels like it's taking too much time from my design projects. Then again, I don't require much stimulation to be stressed.
(6) Had a bizarre dream last night, again. Some couple had been waiting in an abandoned boxcar since the Victorian age, as they thought they'd been told to go there to find something. When I came in, they started trying to get birds (first a gray one and then a white one) to tell them where they were really supposed to go. I think there was a dog too. I wish my dreams were a bit more vivid.
(1) I'm going to give my boss my two weeks' tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing whether she's confused, upset, pleased, accepting, whatever. Actually I'm not looking forward to it. But I'm going in anyway.
(2) I have four clients. Two of them are paying me with money.
(3) I wrote a bunch of "Eyes", "God" and "Junk" last night. I neglected to mention before that "Junk" is getting a lot of attention lately. What makes me sad about it is that (1) it refuses to progress in a linear fashion and (2) the MC probably can't keep his name if I ever want to publish the thing.
(4) Planning to at least try NaNo.
(5) Class this noon. Even class feels like it's taking too much time from my design projects. Then again, I don't require much stimulation to be stressed.
(6) Had a bizarre dream last night, again. Some couple had been waiting in an abandoned boxcar since the Victorian age, as they thought they'd been told to go there to find something. When I came in, they started trying to get birds (first a gray one and then a white one) to tell them where they were really supposed to go. I think there was a dog too. I wish my dreams were a bit more vivid.