Oddly enough, I’ve grown used to the twitching.
Things are not well in the house of Dern. Not like there’s an earth-shaking disaster about to happen, or someone’s about to die... Well, maybe it’s a matter of perspective.
It’s already 4 p.m. on Thursday, and I still haven’t bought comics for the week yet.
This is partially due to the fact that I didn’t wake up until 1 p.m. today. Even those that knew me in college realize that’s freakishly late on top of late (after coining the phrase: I like to wake up at the crack of noon).
Yes, healthy living is slowing taking over my life these days. I’ve gone back to that running thing I was good at eight or nine years ago. I eat regular meals (thanks Kendra). I sleep at semi-normal hours. Sorry, but I still like to sleep in to at least 9:30 a.m., 10 on a better day. I’m still a writer, damn it. I’m allowed to be eccentric.
But for this week, I haven’t got any running in. And the sleep. Oh how I miss the sleep.
Basically, all my free time slipped into a vortex known as playoffs. While I’m not going to address anything that happened at that job, I will establish that my schools were freakishly successful, and I found myself writing a pound of extra stories above and beyond my normal output. Three track previews, three lacrosse season-wrap ups, two baseball wrap-ups, a coaching change story, and a cover story about how one of those lacrosse teams took a state championship. Throw in some scoreboard material and some more uncredited stuff, and yeesh. Ten bylines. Not a lot of time to do it in, too.
By Monday, I was already fighting for more time, and losing, badly. I could have stayed up late then, but after a meeting at work followed by a court date (fighting the law, and the law stalemated), and some phone interview follow-ups, and I was already beat. Plus, staying up Monday would have only made me tired on Tuesday, when I was putting the finishing touches on most of those 10 stories. However, I had to take time out of Tuesday for five hours to cover two of those lacrosse stories, and wasn’t in full writing-mode until 9 p.m. Nine hours later, the sun coming in the window was yelling at me, and I needed a nap to recharge. By 8 a.m. I was trying to function as best as I could, and I was scheduled to be in the office. But at this point, nothing was really operating the way it should, and I had to call in quasi-sick. Instead of working from the office, I spent the next eight hours telecommuting. Oh what a joy.
So on the holy day of comic booking, I didn’t bother leaving the house. Instead, I affixed a nice twitch to my body. And since once awake, I don’t sleep until dark, I had some rough hours ahead. Thine lovely wife Kendra helped me out, despite torquing her knee pretty bad in a softball game. We nabbed some pizza and caught Chicken Little (nice underrated Disney flick with another excellent Adam West vocal performance). And then I finally was able to pass out.
Looking for 52 clues? Eh, maybe by tomorrow. I’m working again for the next three days, but it’s one of my favorite assignments of the year (which is shocking, because it involves no free food).
And it looks like I’ve only got about four bylines for the coming week, which is almost normal. Back to healthy living tomorrow.
It’s already 4 p.m. on Thursday, and I still haven’t bought comics for the week yet.
This is partially due to the fact that I didn’t wake up until 1 p.m. today. Even those that knew me in college realize that’s freakishly late on top of late (after coining the phrase: I like to wake up at the crack of noon).
Yes, healthy living is slowing taking over my life these days. I’ve gone back to that running thing I was good at eight or nine years ago. I eat regular meals (thanks Kendra). I sleep at semi-normal hours. Sorry, but I still like to sleep in to at least 9:30 a.m., 10 on a better day. I’m still a writer, damn it. I’m allowed to be eccentric.
But for this week, I haven’t got any running in. And the sleep. Oh how I miss the sleep.
Basically, all my free time slipped into a vortex known as playoffs. While I’m not going to address anything that happened at that job, I will establish that my schools were freakishly successful, and I found myself writing a pound of extra stories above and beyond my normal output. Three track previews, three lacrosse season-wrap ups, two baseball wrap-ups, a coaching change story, and a cover story about how one of those lacrosse teams took a state championship. Throw in some scoreboard material and some more uncredited stuff, and yeesh. Ten bylines. Not a lot of time to do it in, too.
By Monday, I was already fighting for more time, and losing, badly. I could have stayed up late then, but after a meeting at work followed by a court date (fighting the law, and the law stalemated), and some phone interview follow-ups, and I was already beat. Plus, staying up Monday would have only made me tired on Tuesday, when I was putting the finishing touches on most of those 10 stories. However, I had to take time out of Tuesday for five hours to cover two of those lacrosse stories, and wasn’t in full writing-mode until 9 p.m. Nine hours later, the sun coming in the window was yelling at me, and I needed a nap to recharge. By 8 a.m. I was trying to function as best as I could, and I was scheduled to be in the office. But at this point, nothing was really operating the way it should, and I had to call in quasi-sick. Instead of working from the office, I spent the next eight hours telecommuting. Oh what a joy.
So on the holy day of comic booking, I didn’t bother leaving the house. Instead, I affixed a nice twitch to my body. And since once awake, I don’t sleep until dark, I had some rough hours ahead. Thine lovely wife Kendra helped me out, despite torquing her knee pretty bad in a softball game. We nabbed some pizza and caught Chicken Little (nice underrated Disney flick with another excellent Adam West vocal performance). And then I finally was able to pass out.
Looking for 52 clues? Eh, maybe by tomorrow. I’m working again for the next three days, but it’s one of my favorite assignments of the year (which is shocking, because it involves no free food).
And it looks like I’ve only got about four bylines for the coming week, which is almost normal. Back to healthy living tomorrow.
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