Just keep throwin' them rocks at me, people. Why should today be any different?
I'm not, of course, talking about all y'all who are reading this. You have been remarkably kind and supportive when I whine, with the occasional gentle slap -- usually deserved -- administered when you think it necessary.
But I still long for a day when nothing happens to throw me off stride.
I was happily pecking away at an article this morning, running up the word count with wonderful similes and crystal-clear analysis, when I was advised that there is yet more trouble with the major last-minute deadline-buster story that will fill the rest of my week. The shipment of some components absolutely necessary for photography has been delayed; they were supposed to be sent out five days ago; only today did I find they won't be en route until Wednesday.
What this means: barring a miracle, publication of the story will have to be put off for a month.
What it also means is that my checks for the story (it is to be published in two different magazines) will be delayed a month. I can't afford that.
Dealing with this -- calls to find out what, if anything, can be done to make this work within the rapidly closing time window, exchanges of emails with various people, and the like -- not only consumed much of the morning, but also put me in a mood that, to say the least, is not conducive to imaginative writing.
Such is the world of freelancing....
One very mild and more than slightly ironic source of amusement came when I was checking the stats for this journal. I found that one reader arrived via a google search. And this is what the reader was looking for:
scribbs commercial loans
Hell's bells, I'm closer to needing loans than making any!
I'll bet that's one reader who went away mad.
15 hours ago