It has taken five days, but I've finally delivered all the census material.
And man, the feet aren't happy after pounding the footpath. The shoulders aren't happy after carrying the forms around. Further, the muse ain't happy with my lack of work. The ever-growing TBR pile isn't happy being unread. But... the bank balance is smirking.
I thought it would be easy; I've delivered stuff to a thousand households during the pre-Christmas sales, why should this be different?
Delivering catalogues didn't require me to chat to the residents, nor to fill out two different forms while standing there. Nor was I so exhausted at the end of the
day. (Of course, I didn't have a parent to care for, either.)
I'd like to think that now I can have a weekend, get some muse-work done, but I'm off to Canberra tomorrow for a job interview. Then museum work on Friday, family on Saturday and helping visually disabled peeps fill out the damned census form. After that, I get to collect the forms from Wednesday.
Sigh.
I just want to get back to the book. I want it posted. I want to start on the next trilogy and send off query letters to a few agents. I want a lot.
So, I'll reach for the patience - and the hot packs - and do the paid work first. The book will be done by mid-August. I am determined.
1 comment:
Good luck, Jaye! Oh, it's already September... Is the book done? You really don't have to hurry, right? Don't grit your teeth too much (if you're really doing that). It's not nice to work with crooked teeth.
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