Falling into place

So I finally threw out the script that wasn’t working for me in the strip that was supposed to be Tuesday’s, and wrote a new script and started over. I’m currently making good progress on that one, but I’ve also got to put together my comics for the hobby expo on Thursday for work. Anyway, there’s already a slightly-off-topic comic in the queue for Saturday if I don’t get this other one done, and if I do, well, Saturday’s current comic will become a Friday bonus comic and today’s will become Saturday’s and I’ll start panicking for Tuesday all over again. Ah, to rebuild the buffer.

At least I’m getting ideas again.

Tonight, I worked on the comic while listening to the Blank Label Comic Podcast which you’ve probably heard of if you’re a webcomic geek like I am, but for the rest of you, it’s a podcast hosted by two members of Blank Label Comics and features interviews with other webcomic authors and artists once a week. I’m currently way behind – just finished Podcast #8 from October (now I get what all the freakin’ drama was about) but drama flare-ups or no, I think it’s really valuable to get an insight into comic creators and their similarities and differences. So if you too are a webcomic geek you might like it.

Meanwhile, I was in Photoshop training for the past two days and have picked up many a tip plus a big nifty book. I promised myself I’d go to bed by 12:30 this morning because I’m giving blood at work today and I think it’s important not to go to work exhausted when you know you’re going to be literally drained by the end of the day but if I get a second I’ll upload one of the really nifty things I did.

Otherwise, all else is good. Hope you’re the same.

Arrgh.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning. Worked out, walked the dog, got ready for work, stopped for gas, and was at work by 7:30.
I worked from 7:30am to 7:45pm with a short lunch break.
I came home, and have been writing training documentation since.
And now it’s midnight, and in five and a half hours I get to do it all again.

Whee.

If the comic Saturday is late, don’t be shocked, ‘kay?

Just so very January.

Work has picked up again and I’m so beat to death when I leave I just don’t have much energy left to write much. Plus, I should be writing instructions for properly installing Adobe Reader. (I’m not. I’m writing to you instead.)

Life is quiet right now. Plans to go to bed at a reasonable time are failing miserably every night. I have a thousand different comic ideas and no time to write them. Or draw them. Or anything.

I’m about 1/5th of the way through knitting my first scarf. Yes, over my Virginia Beach vacation 2 weeks ago I not only drove to another state and visited with relatives and went whale watching and took 150+ pictures and ate until I was ready to burst, I also learned the very basics of how to knit.

It rocks.

Anywho, I’m tired so I’m not writing much. That and the forum’s been a ghost town. Work is beating most of the rest of you up as well I ponder. (How busy was I today? I didn’t read a single comic until I got home.)

I want baseball back.

It’s time for bed.

Because we’re always what our situations hand us…

My sister had a concert that went rough tonight, strings sliding out of tune, missing orchestra members, just not a good time.

A man I knew in passing who couldn’t afford a lung transplant because his insurance wouldn’t cover it died this morning. And, y’know, even though I try not to get attached to every single person I meet on the lists, it bothers me.

A man whose writings I respect is feeling (rightfully so) attacked for writing what he feels like writing about on his own blog – which in this case, is his comic. So he’s stopped writing about his comic on his blog because he doesn’t feel comfortable doing it. If I did that, there’d be almost nothing on here. But I’ve pulled posts of this site myself, so I feel his pain.

I spent the entire day running around like a nut trying to do what was right, and I think I pissed some people off for doing so. I’m beyond caring at this point. Let them think of me what they want; I don’t have any regrets.

My husband’s asleep, my dog is snoring, and I’m waffling between the desire to work out and the desire to kill someone.
(In the novel. Calm down. Sheesh.)

…it’s either sadness or euphoria.

Good thing I was a day ahead.

The real power in working ahead is that it allows you to procrastinate effectively. For example, my NaNoWriMo novel is sitting around 4700 words if I remember correctly, which is almost 3 days’ worth.

And if I’d’ve been allowed to add the 1769 words I just wrote for my self-appraisal at work to that I’d still be a day ahead. And I could’ve really written some great stuff tonight, too, because the stress of having to get my appraisal done had the imagination running fast and the nerves running high all day.

But since I did work ahead yesterday, I had the ability to write my entire self-appraisal today, the night before it’s due, without fretting about my NaNo word count. (I used that extra energy to fret about absolutely everything else instead.)

Tomorrow I get to fret about NaNoWriMo again. But tomorrow I won’t have an entire freaking self-appraisal to write at the same time. Or rather, today I get to fret, because it’s well past midnight yet again. Yay for sleepless nights!

peh.

New Routine

My work schedule changed as of yesterday, but thanks to the headache from Hell I didn’t get to try it out until today. It’s 8:45 and I still have 1 hr and 45 minutes until I have to be at work. Wow. I’ve already gotten up, worked out, taken a shower, and gotten dressed for work. Wow again. Jessdog is totally baffled – she thinks I’m staying home, I think. (She’s currently trying to burrow her way into the blankets on the sofa so my typing doesn’t bother her.)

And this extra time is good because the house is a pigsty and I might be able to get stuff done before work. Wow.

I know I’m going to miss the extra day off I once got from working a 4-day shift, but to be honest, things are looking pretty sweet right now.