Wednesday, May 2, 2001

 

10:07 p.m. Feeling all prickly, fussy, nasty, and anxious. Short temper. Raggedy fuse. Little things are making me jumpy. How much longer will I let those poor bugs flit without smacking them silly?

And that twirling lady at the bottom of the page? Do I really want to have moving objects on my pages? I'm having a mid-week crisis.

Plus, the long twilight is very spooky if you're not careful.

11:37 p.m. Took a break to try to break the mood. Nobody likes a hag or a nag or a weed. I don't even want to be in the same skin with myself.

1:58 a.m. Ok. I'm back into the project that blew apart last night and I've got a little over a hundred pages formatted all over again. There are hundreds of fractions that I have to highlight very carefully and reduce by two point sizes; there's a great amount of re-tabbing to be done.

But at least I've gotten re-started instead of fussing about it. My orbit-ball muscles are throbbing and so now I'm taking a break ... otherwise, the good news is that I can listen to the radio while I work, just like last week when I stayed up all night to finish it the first time.

Maybe it will all hold together this time. This time I'm working with small files, linked together. I won't be able to do the fancy cross-referencing unless I buy a more advanced version of Adobe Acrobat than the one that comes bundled with my very expensive PageMaker program, which I'm refusing to do at the moment, on principle.

And for practical reasons -- once I sell a few ebooks, I'll buy the darn thing and do it the right way. Bastardos. They give you just enough of a program to make you think you're ready to rock and roll, only the rock is in the middle of the road and it's a boulder and it's going to roll all over you ...

... ok. I'm getting mad again. I'd better turn the radio back on, get some ice for the arm, and go back to work. Grrr.

I'm sure I'll be in a nicer mood tomorrow. Plus, there's the big Survivor thing to look forward to, sort of. A little. Grrr.