Jinked

The contract for that web project, along with the deposit, came in today. I’m already starting to get things together in preparation for the next client meeting. I’m really excited. The site is going to turn out so well. I can feel it!

I also cruised through the first edit of Eleven. At about a whopping 4,000 words, this thing was a beast to comb through. I’m so slow. It needs a second round of edits to smooth things out and make the narrative a little less disjointed. I wish I could write things right the first time. It’s very hard working with fourteen years worth of events.

Maybe it’s sad or maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I can’t wait until I’m done with this writing project. Reworking the entire piece into a tightly woven, fictional narrative is going to be a lot of fun. I’m not quite sure how it’s going to end though. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.

I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. It’s been on my mind since yesterday when I made the appointment. I guess I was lucky in that there was a cancellation and I could get in right away, but I’m not sure how soon I want an answer and a solution. For most of my adult life there are two places I dread going: the doctor and the mechanic, because as I wait for them to tell me what’s wrong and how much it will cost, I’m one big bundle of nerves. The tinging sensation I get in the tips of my fingers is really fricken annoying. Ah, stress. You suck.

Work takes my mind off things. Writing, web design, development, it doesn’t matter. All of it makes the nervousness go away.

For the time being.