Monday, February 09, 2009

Patient


Listen, family : I'm laboring mightily to complete/revise/polish something for the Nicholl Fellowship, so things will likely be dark here until the deadline passes on May 1 (I hear some of y'all saying "who cares?" Others are mouthing crabtalk like "you never update regularly anyway, so...who cares?" Man, forget you haters). Wish me luck. And you know, please feel free to get in my ass about it every time you see me/talk to me on the phone/peep me on Facebook. I have to get this done. I'm trying to get my BTW on*, for one thing. For another, I've sat on this project long enough, and I need to get interest in going some kind of way. Finally...I have to quit my job. I can't work and write at the same time. I can't. I don't know how people do it -- and they do, I'm well aware. But I simply do not have the mental or emotional faculty required to work 40-50 hours a week at a brain-draining job and still have anything left over for writing. I learned that the hard way trying to finish the diss.



* i.e. hook some of that sweet, sweet grant money

2 comments:

thptpth said...

Dude, I hear you. You know it's hard out here for a pimp - writing and living at the same time...

I wish you luck with the Nicholl - what's the script about?

Adams said...

Feh. You gots a family and you manage to get things done. I sit around eating Cheetos and making up songs for my roommate's cat most nights. Is it any wonder I'm still stuck in the middle with the losers? No. No, it is not.

The script is about something so amazing, so awesome, I can't talk about it for fear my idea will get stolen.