I don’t know how it’s Saturday already. I haven’t posted since Wednesday. Let’s see, what’s happened since then? Hmmm, work, work and more work and not the kind of work I like. Yeah, that sounds about right.
The kids and myself have come down with something, therefore I was in bed until after three today and still felt like I could sleep some more.
I watched The Wedding Date tonight. It was cute. Predictable and incredibly unrealistic, but cute.
Funny, it seemed like I really had something to say when I logged on, but I suppose not.
This in office training is mind numbing I tell you. I hate it so much I’ve contemplated quitting my job more than ten times this week. When I look at the clock and it’s only 2 and I’m doing the same thing over and over and over with no end in sight… I’m near tears. And I’m seated right in front of a window, so often I stop in the middle of what I’m doing to just stare.
Another week of this just might be the nudge I need to begin making the transition to full-time freelancing.
I don’t talk a lot about my 9 to 5 woes here because for one I try to keep this a writing blog, but secondly, a lot of my stress had been relieved when my position was transferred to in home. It took a lot of the weight off. I had more freedom. I saved on gas. I had less headaches. I was able to cheat a little and get some writing done during the day.
But now even the hint of of having to go back to this life depresses me. And I realize this will be over eventually and I will be home again, but what if this weren’t just a two week to a month thing? What if I had to go back to working in an office permanently? How could I bring myself to do it?
I hesitate to make the following statement because I am grateful to even have a job and I really hate to complain but:
I don’t love what I spent most of my time doing. I don’t like it even a little bit. It doesn’t interest me. It doesn’t fulfill me and I shudder to think if I had to spend another ten, hell, another two years doing it.
The thing is, I do it because I have to. And I guess what I have to do now is make it so that one day (and hopefully sooner rather than later) I won’t have to.
There. It’s out now.
I’m pouting on my way to bed because tonight – for the first time in over eight months – I had to pick out clothes for myself and the children, iron them, set the alarm for an earlier time, fix lunch, etc. because I was alerted on Friday that I would be spending the next month working at the office.
(Insert dramatic sound effect here)
I don’t know how I’m going to pull it off. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, though, the rushing and trying to hustle out the door with the kids, get them to their destination and mine on time. But, but… I’m spoiled now. I like working in my PJ’s and shopping in the middle of the day and being able to get a head start on dinner.
Who says obsessively checking your email doesn’t eventually pay off?
Obviously, I got a nice surprise in mine this afternoon. Mount Everest, the story that seemingly only the writer herself could love, was accepted for publication in a new online magazine. I’ll post more details soon, but right now it is slated for the April issue.
That being said, I’ve removed the story from my website for the time being.
Oh wait, is this my first sale of 2006? I think it is….
I spoke with the director on the phone last night concerning the Her Mama’s House project. She believes it will be fairly easy to shoot. We talked about what I had in mind for the characters and the setting and by the end of the conversation she was asking to see more of my stories. I got the go ahead to start the actual script. We’re aiming for it being completed by the end of this month and the film wrapped by mid-March. She said the complete film would be 10-12 minutes, 15 minutes max so this shouldn’t be hard at all.
I’m kind of excited… or I would be if I wasn’t so tired this morning.
I received an interesting query via my website this morning. It was someone asking if I planned to do any more with the characters Pat and Fran (Patrcia and Frances from the short story, Midnight Letter To Fran, that made its first appearance on the website Kuma years ago and eventually landed on the pages of Chocolate Flava). When I first wrote this story I received tons of fan mail. This was my first real approach to short story writing and it was very encouraging to have the characters and the story so well liked. I wrote two follow up stories that were also published in the online magazine and wrote a couple of more stories with these characters that never made it out of the notebook. Maybe it’s time to think about getting back to them?
I’m nursing a little headache this morning, but I am taking my iron so hopefully I’ll get back to feeling like myself soon.
Last night was horrible. I slept terribly. I went to bed with a headache and woke up with it at 3:30 when I finally had to get up and take something. I was freezing cold all night, even with the heat on, even with an extra comforter on the bed and socks on which probably means my old friend anemia is back.
The kids crept into our room and into our bed at 4:00 am and we marched them right back to theirs. They went straight to sleep then, but still, what was that about?
Then, of course, I realized I was hungry. Had a nice bowl of cereal at 4:15.
My body has gone wacko on me. I would have called my doctor this morning to schedule a physical but the wind down in these parts caused a tree to fall on a power line near our house which knocked the power out all freakin’ day. So, guess who had to drive in to the office to work today? You got it!
I have a minute in between jobs to change clothes, check email, and oh yeah, complain.
On a non-crappy note, I submitted Mount Everest to an online magazine yesterday and received aknowledgement of receipt today. Time to update the submission log to four submissions already and January is only half over. Woo Hoo!
I realized shortly after sending in last night’s submission that I didn’t even number the pages. It was already after midnight at that point and technically past deadline, but I got up this morning anyway and numbered the pages, gave the story one last look and resent it.
Also, in the midst of finishing Things Between, I started a new story – As Pretty Does – for an anthology with a deadline of mid-February. I think this one has to be snail mailed and seeing as how I’m still nursing a headache from last night’s fiasco, I really, really don’t want to be wrapping this one up last minute.
But, I say that every time, don’t I? And every time I’m the one pressing send at 11:59 PM on deadline day.
Old habits die hard.
Oh and want something to read? I put a new story up on the website. Actually it’s not new. It’s been in the Scarlett Letters archives for over three years, but still. If by chance you haven’t seen it before…