Friday, May 14, 2004
A brief prevarication about writing
I've haven't done any the past couple of days. I've had sort of good reasons. I may have to resort to pen'n'paper while I'm on holidays (which will be a pain in general, because I can't write while driving owing to my lamearse tendency to get nauseous).
I may have to go on a word bender when I get back, in order to make up for lost time, if I'm going to have any hope of meeting the Olympics-opening-ceremony deadline (especially since I don't think Ev is going to buy my proposed technicality wherein the bet is off if Athens fucks up and doesn't host an Olympics this year, which is looking increasingly like a good bet).
Deep breath. Okay, I resolve to have written at least 75,000 words by the end of June (and 80,000 words if I make that count by 15 June or earlier).
I work best to deadlines.
Holidays
Desperately trying to get everything at work into shape before I disappear for a fortnight, because there's an outside chance that my job will have vanished by the time I get back. Ships of office politics are undergoing dramatic manoeuvres, and my section appears to be a big fat merchantman sitting square in the lee. There are going to be a number of appeals to higher authorities in the next couple of weeks that could result in our being absorbed back into the IT section. I have serious doubts that that would be conducive to a fitter, happier project, so I might very well be looking elsewhere again by the end of June.
In other words, I'm really looking forward to a holiday. Frog's wedding, Ev's band and two weeks where I don't have to think about the ill-tempered chaos at work: all good.
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