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Cycle: mixed state
Mood: good but tired
Created: paranormal romance
After yesterday's emergency, today was smooth and good. Lots of people teasing about the emergency, but I think I handled it pretty well. Did not snap once, and I don't think I got defensive. I try to live by the idea that I should be willing to take responsibility when things go wrong as I work. In this career, often you have to be the bad guy, and I'm okay with that, generally, just still tense in this new position.
Glad the week is almost over, but it's been pretty great overall. I have some really great projects coming up. And some frustrating ones, but that's part of the job too.
Fiction writing continues apace. Still can't believe this damn book is probably twice as long as I thought it was going to be. I mean, that really just moves it from novella to novel, which is probably for the better, but still. STILL. I thought I was almost done, and now I'm not, and that's annoying.
Beautiful, if chilly, drive home. Dad took his trike out for a ride earlier, which is stone cold badass, because it was gray and rainy and uncomfortable all day. I can't wait for riding season, even though I need to do a lot of work on my motorcycle before I can take it out.
Mood: good but tired
Created: paranormal romance
After yesterday's emergency, today was smooth and good. Lots of people teasing about the emergency, but I think I handled it pretty well. Did not snap once, and I don't think I got defensive. I try to live by the idea that I should be willing to take responsibility when things go wrong as I work. In this career, often you have to be the bad guy, and I'm okay with that, generally, just still tense in this new position.
Glad the week is almost over, but it's been pretty great overall. I have some really great projects coming up. And some frustrating ones, but that's part of the job too.
Fiction writing continues apace. Still can't believe this damn book is probably twice as long as I thought it was going to be. I mean, that really just moves it from novella to novel, which is probably for the better, but still. STILL. I thought I was almost done, and now I'm not, and that's annoying.
Beautiful, if chilly, drive home. Dad took his trike out for a ride earlier, which is stone cold badass, because it was gray and rainy and uncomfortable all day. I can't wait for riding season, even though I need to do a lot of work on my motorcycle before I can take it out.
