The ongoing saga that never seems to end.  I think I’m psychic, either that or I’m cynical beyond my years.  Personally I think it’s the years of disappointments finally adding up.  Anyway, Ruth came back to me on Friday reiterating what she’d already said in previous emails.  They’re not buying unless the terms are SOR. Which is a shame, but I’m in full retreat so it’s time to let go. I can’t keep bashing my delicate head against a brick wall.

I’m currently writing an article on myself for an e-zine.  The deadline is August, but I know what I’m like.  If I don’t get it done now, I’ll be crafting the day before it’s due.  Bad habit I picked up at Uni. Don’t do anything until a day before it’s due. Once upon a time, I had oodles of time, or should I say I gave myself oodles of time to meet a deadline. These days, I put myself under unnecessary pressure and stress out. So I’ve decided to forgo the stress and opt for the easy life. 300 words a week and it’ll be done by the end of the month. Not sure I can draw it out that long, it’ll probably drive me crazy, just sitting there waiting for completion.

Gotta go do some work.