No Updates this Week

When I used to work at QUALCOMM, there were days when I would surreptitiously web surf and daydream until 5pm. I called those days "weekdays". And whenever those days happened, I would feel guilty that I wasn't giving my all to the company. Inevitably, those days would end and I would have three or four weeks of pure torturous non-stop work, stay late to get it all done. After I recovered, I would tell myself that I would never EVER feel guilty about those downtimes because they would soon be over and I would be crushed under work again soon.

Now I'm writing full time and it's kinda similar. Actually, no, they're not similar. They're very different. No wait. They're similar - BUT different. (Swish! Great writing!) As a computer guy, when I had downtime, I still got my paycheck. As a writer, when I have downtime, I have no money coming in. So those times when I should relax and recover before the next period of non-stop work? I don't get paid during those times, so they're much more stressful. Then again, the periods of non-stop work were stressful - while the periods of non-stop writing work are pure joy. A dream come true.

So why am I babbling like this? Because I'm procrastinating about that giant pile of work I have facing me this week. No updates this week because I'm going to be rolling around the ground in my underwear crying like Database, "This is the life we chose." (from the classic Simpsons episode, Little Girl in the Big Ten) (after Milhouse pulls Database and Martin off the wall after they've been wedgied) (it was the episode where Lisa Simpson goes to college because they think she's a collegiate gymnast) ("I am Lugash!") ("I had a dog." "Is CAT now!")

Ok. I have to stop. Seriously. If you catch me blogging this week, you have my permission to drive over to my house and kick my @$$. Thanks. I knew I could count on you.