Stressed

Well, first things first:

Writing has been going swimmingly! Yesterday I wrote 1,816 words, and would have had more if I hadn't had a damn end-of-day report to do. I was at an easy bit, of course, but still: exciting!

I'll have to slog through a meal scene today, blah. Then rest and a bit of interesting stuff as I show how Pilot does when out of the sky for any sort of extended period of time. Then our heroes will meet with Jules once more before setting out.

I'm actually kind of excited for their on-foot journey. I think that it'll give me a lot of opportunity to develop their relationship, as well as provide Mer with opportunity to grow as a person. And, of course, at the end of the journey is a trainwreck (pun intended! Oh, you don't know what's gonna happen, so you don't get it...muahahaha) of epic proportions, so that'll be fun to write.

I'm hoping that I'm approximately two-thirds, or three-fifths (five-ninths? seven-thirteenths?) through with the story. We'll see...I have a feeling that the last few events will drag out like woah...but I'm okay with that. I don't care how long the story is at this point...as long as I hit 100k before September 26th. It's my birthday present to myself!

So...on to why I'm stressed. I am SO stressed!

I am starting a new job next week. Yes, again. I'm actually quite sad about it--I've come to really like the people I'm working with, and will miss them. I'll also miss being literally a five-minute walk door-to-desk from work (I left at 8.22 this morning and was at my desk by 8.28...but then was sent home as the girl I was temping for is now back). Plus the work environment is good: everyone there is very nice, the work is light (as evidenced by my ability to churn out 1,000-2,000 words whenever I'm there), they have a decent cafeteria, great food trucks outside, and everyone seems to think I'm a godsend. I reformatted a word document the other day, integrating several different drafts into one, and the woman in the office whom everyone hates and fears wrote a letter to my project manager saying that I'd put in "a herculean effort" and was a massive asset to the company, blah blah blah. I mean, I'm crazy giving this up, right? But everyone said I should take my new job. Better opportunity, they said. Might open doors, they said. Might meet young, smart, fun people, they said. And maybe they'll be right...but I'm terrified it'll be ridiculously bureaucratic (I've been warned about this...multiple times), stuffy, stuck-up, and awful. Plus it'll mean getting up half an hour earlier. And it'll probably be a lot more work, i.e. less writing time. Which I get...it is work, after all, but I wanna get this damn book done.

I dunno. Guess I'm just nervous. Also, evidently someone's been going around telling everyone I know that this is my dream job, so I'm having to explain (over and over and OVER) that working as a goddamn admin is hardly my idea of a dream job. And then I sound ungrateful. Blah.

Anyway, I suppose I should get back to recruiting (yuck). At least I shouldn't have to do that in my new job...er, at least, I don't think I will. We'll see.

Off for now! Can't work on the story until this afternoon because I'm supposed to be recruiting (I wrote this on and off on short 1 or 2 minute breaks between reviewing resumes). Hopefully I'll still get a decent amount done, though.

Live long and prosper.


Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 88,111
Writing Mode: Delayed due to actually having to work during work hours