Shut Up & Write

You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

November 14, 2005

Stimulus, response!

I'm edgy, restless and distracted.

I have a deadline and a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow. But for the life of me, I can't settle down. I've checked my email (waiting on a couple of emails -- one in particular -- though why anyone would email me late on a Sunday night is beyond reason) about 471 times tonight, read the news, searched the journalism jobs boards, and wandered aimlessly around the apartment.

Avoiding the bedroom and the work that awaits me.

I would like to blame this on the unexpected nap that accosted me about five hours ago as I lay on the bed, surrounded by pages of a manuscipt I was supposed to read. Just -- poof. And I was asleep.

When I woke up (thanks to a friend's phone call -- though was unable to find the phone as it was tucked away under one of the six millions stacks of paper on the bed), I decided I needed a little pick me up, and scarfed two mini Coffee Crisps.

Now am rested, strung-out on sugar and so very, very antsy.

This does not bode well for the week.


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