I Give Up
You know, some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed. So far this morning, I’ve miscalculated my lines-per-page count on a client project, so instead of having 80 pages of copy, I now have 46. Doesn’t sound that bad until you realize I need 300 pages. By mid-October. Oy.

On to the next crisis – I hear from an editor I’m writing software reviews for. She wondered where XX review was? Huh? I counted – I gave her the four I was to write. Yes I did, but nowhere in that pile was the one she was asking about. Somehow, I managed to write four brand-new reviews from four brand-new software packages that were delivered to my door. Yet the missing one isn’t in the mix. Luckily, I can write this quickly once (if) the software ever arrives.

The last crisis (and note that it’s merely 11 a.m. here) was a biggie. I receive a note from a PR chum in response to my news update email. “Can’t access your site.” Huh? I investigate, thinking her link is broken. Nope. It’s now sporting a login screen it didn’t have before. I dig around my host server and realize – OH CRAP – that I’ve inadvertently uploaded my index.htm file to right over top of my husband’s WORK site index.htm file. Okay, if I live through this, I’m getting my own host service.

I give up. But I can’t – I have more pressure than ever now to get this project completed. It’s going to take double my efforts (I’m putting ten hours a day into it!) just to get it finished in somewhere near the doggone deadline. Since I obsess about deadlines, this ain’t gonna be a good month or two for me. There go the weekends, there goes the honeymoon trip, there goes the jobs that will actually infuse the much-needed cash.

I think maybe it’s time for a glass of diet Coke. I think I’ll be needing the added energy.