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Jun. 6th, 2003 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosYou know, I made the mistake of a.) telling people at work about the fellowship and b.) giving someone at work a copy of DMIDS to read. (Actually, the copy I was proofing -- she was reading over my shoulder and said, "Hey, can I read some of that?" That was three weeks ago, and she's almost finished.)
So last night, she was telling me she'd bring it in sometime next week, and she said she really liked it. And me, being the stupid moron that I am, blurted out as I've been doing with everything I've written that I brought in since I found out about the fellowship, "Oh, really? You think maybe I should send that in for my submission?" Suddenly, three heads prairie-dogged over their cubicles and said, "Yes! Definitely that one!" So apparently, she's been passing it around.
*sigh*
You realize, of course, that this means I've got two weeks to edit ... and edit ... and edit.
Not that I can't do it ... the great thing about third shift is that I've got a six-hour stretch during which I can red-pencil the thing to death. But still --
Ack. Just ... just ack.
You know what I've been doing since I got up this afternoon? So far, I've cleaned my room, researched for a fanfic I'm pretty sure at this point I'm still not going to write, rearranged my bookshelf, and finally got AIM. (Under which, for some ungodly reason, I'm now listed under the screenname cheetosandpepsi -- probably because that was what I was eating at the time. Surprise, surprise.)
Someone throw something at me here, 'cause I soooo hate this part of the actual writing and I need someone to smack me around and get me to move my lazy ass.
(You know what else I realized last night, too? I was explaining to a second-shifter about the fellowship, and I suddenly realized that I've been saying, "I'm trying to win a fellowship," for the past two weeks or so and at no time have I had a single snarky thought about it. You know, like, "Well, if I do win the fellowship, I *know* what I'm going to do with Aragorn and Legolas, but really, what am I supposed to do with the rest of them? The only thing I can think to do with the Hobbits is put them on sticks and use them to clean cobwebs from my ceilings." I need professional help, of course. Talk about your established facts.)
So last night, she was telling me she'd bring it in sometime next week, and she said she really liked it. And me, being the stupid moron that I am, blurted out as I've been doing with everything I've written that I brought in since I found out about the fellowship, "Oh, really? You think maybe I should send that in for my submission?" Suddenly, three heads prairie-dogged over their cubicles and said, "Yes! Definitely that one!" So apparently, she's been passing it around.
*sigh*
You realize, of course, that this means I've got two weeks to edit ... and edit ... and edit.
Not that I can't do it ... the great thing about third shift is that I've got a six-hour stretch during which I can red-pencil the thing to death. But still --
Ack. Just ... just ack.
You know what I've been doing since I got up this afternoon? So far, I've cleaned my room, researched for a fanfic I'm pretty sure at this point I'm still not going to write, rearranged my bookshelf, and finally got AIM. (Under which, for some ungodly reason, I'm now listed under the screenname cheetosandpepsi -- probably because that was what I was eating at the time. Surprise, surprise.)
Someone throw something at me here, 'cause I soooo hate this part of the actual writing and I need someone to smack me around and get me to move my lazy ass.
(You know what else I realized last night, too? I was explaining to a second-shifter about the fellowship, and I suddenly realized that I've been saying, "I'm trying to win a fellowship," for the past two weeks or so and at no time have I had a single snarky thought about it. You know, like, "Well, if I do win the fellowship, I *know* what I'm going to do with Aragorn and Legolas, but really, what am I supposed to do with the rest of them? The only thing I can think to do with the Hobbits is put them on sticks and use them to clean cobwebs from my ceilings." I need professional help, of course. Talk about your established facts.)
