not ded, just tired -- the freelancing edition

[lagilman]

I am so tired, an entire platoon of field mice* could tap dance on my ass and I don't think I'd notice. Yay for overwork and stress and insomnia, all wrapped up in one sweet package. But e-mails are being sorted, phone calls made, invoices sent out, and part one of Vineart War 1 has been ripped apart with a sharp red scalpel. I have a character who hasn't quite figured out what his overall role in this storyline is yet, and we need to have a come-to-Jesus about that, soon. Part two is in the holding pen, waiting its turn. First, I have to go to the dentist. Oh, joy.** Still working on that mising payment. I've progressed to an actual person, who is Going To Get Back to Me. I've informed them that I will only wait so long before going to the next step, which involves certified letters, third party involvement, and Bad Press.

Meanwhile, I have been eating so healthy (lots of whole grains and fresh fish) that I've decided I Really Need a thick rare steak. Cooked in extra butter. Mmmmm. Probably not going to happen until Friday at the earliest, though. Can she survive?

I can't imagine how exciting this post is for all of you. /fe


*Day three and no further mousie-sign. We are Hopeful.
** dentists reports no cavities, no new periodontal flare-ups, impacted wisdom tooth still behaving itself, and a lot of coffee stains. Oops. Heh.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

*Day three and no further mousie-sign. We are Hopeful.

Hah! You're just not paying attention. There's a whole platoon tap-dancing on your ass, and you haven't noticed...

[e-cunningham.livejournal.com]

....an entire platoon of field mice* could tap dance....

This creates an interesting visual image: neat rows of field mice in military garb, kicking up their tiny jackbooted heels. It's . . . it's . . . it's "Springtime for Hitler," the Pixar version! :)

::Hums "I wanna be a producer . . . "::

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

I'm so LOLing at your visual.

[ex-fashioni.livejournal.com]

Well, you succeeded in making me hungry. (rare steak... mmmmm...)

[lagilman]

when I start craving raw steak, it's usually a Sign that I need to pay attention to what my body's taking in -- I don't eat red meat anywhere near as much as I used to, but my body, it knows what it needs and is not shy about telling me so.

[and it's being very clear to me that even a really good hamburger ain't gonna cut it, nor is a roast beef sandwich. I scent a T-bone with my name on it...]

[shui-long.livejournal.com]

And, no doubt, a decent bottle of red wine to go with it...