Wednesday, May 9, 2012

#ROW80 - The Cold Pool

Is there any busier time than the week right after a trip? Even a work trip. You leave for a certain extent of time, focus elsewhere, hopefully relax or get some stuff done. Meanwhile, back in the Hall of Doom know as the Day Job, life continues AS IF YOU WERE STILL THERE (unless everyone else takes vacation at the same time, I suppose. Like teachers). Seriously, I have this image of people stopping by my desk, having conversations with ghost me, and then leaving piles of work behind like unwanted pet gifts (we're a rabbit household, so these sorts of gifts usually take the form of a pyramid of poo. Little brown pellets, neatly stacked as if Sol had employed ancient Egyptian methods in order to create the perfect tomb).

Coming back to work after a prolonged absence is sort of like when your brother tells you to just jump into the pool, the water is fine. But it's not, is it? It never is. It's always freezing ass cold. So you leap and immediately your lower places migrate as far north as possible. You flail around for a bit until you find the side and begin to pull yourself out... only to realize that you've grown used to the temperature sometime during your frantic fleeing. Oh well, might as well paddle a bit now.

That's what it's felt like this week so far. I'm paddling. The limbs are thawing out a bit. There's still a bit of splashing going on. I'm hardly swimming effectively. I mean, look at the goals:
  • Lesson Learned - Something about maps. I'm sure there was learning there.
  • WIP Progress - I'm through chapter 23 now. That's 6 more chapters. Well short of my goal of 14.
  • Blogging - Got one done on the gaming blog, two here, and no personal post.
  • Not a Goal - I did not read a new book.
Yeah, the only one I hit was the one requiring me to NOT do something. But it isn't for lack of trying. It's just one of those weeks where you feel like you're being pulled every which way at once. This, too, shall pass.

I will be done with editing in ten days. That's a good thing. Blogging may struggle until the Day Job settles down. Still, it should settle. It can't remain break-neck forever. Before I know it, I'll be kick-turning at the walls, gliding smoothly from end to end, and creating my own warm spot. Because what's a cold pool without some pee to warm it up?

Let's see what my pee count is up to...
  • Since last check in: 1,453
  • New Fiction: 0 - Editing Mode
  • Round 2 Total: 13,948


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