I’m going to end up losing all my hair.
Last week, this upcoming week, and the week after are making me crazy.
I’m an introvert. I don’t know if I’ve already told you that, but I am. Completely. So it’s really fitting that I have a job where I have to interact with people all the time. I manage, though, because it’s my job. It’s what I’m paid to do. But every time that stupid phone rings, after I have a mini-heart attack because the ringer’s so loud, I have a very serious debate on answering it. Four rings and then voicemail kicks in.
I’ve used that voicemail a lot over the last week. Most of it’s because I really can’t get to the phone–I’m dealing with someone or something, and I can’t stop. There are three-week sessions of what I call “Super-Court.” There’s court continually, for those three weeks, and while I’m not there the whole time and neither is my Lawyer-Boss, it means that I’m having to deal with clients wondering when, where, what time, etc. Some questions I can answer–most I can’t.
And I hate that.
If you’re going to ask me a question, I like to be able to give you the answer, or at least the answer that I think is right. I can’t do that when I don’t have all the information.
So, between phone calls, irritable people that really need attitude adjustments, and court, I haven’t done much of anything.
I did manage to get 9 scenes transferred from my notebook to Scrivener–a total of 6,454 words. That’s not too shabby, but it could definitely be better. I also started plotting a new story. I’m going to be working on two at once–one sci-fi, one fantasy. We’ll have to see how that goes. I’m about to finish up with that in my notebook and try to get that on my computer before the night’s out. Wish me luck!