After two weeks of assembly-line churning of article after article for Kevin et al at uptowner (and I still don't know if I can have my byline) I find that I am exhausted.
Really. I can't even think.
I have been dreaming of HTML codes attacking me. The tags are like spears digging into my flesh, hooking out the words and then the HTML ghouls run off with them. Leaving me, with writer's block.
I haven't had writer's block in years.
Maybe it has something to do with the trepidation that comes with a project like The uptowner. Initially, I was just supposed to do the layout and design. (I am a copy editor at The Vision, before you ask, so I know how to design magazines). Then as time went by my brief expanded. Instead of being my clients, now Kev and Walter think they are my partners. And soon they are going to start acting like they are my bosses.
Bastards. Both of you. Arrogant, cheating, exploitative BASTARDS!
As I become more invested (not with money, of course. The project hasnt got a penny yet. The thing is even hosted on freeservers.com, for crying out loud.) I get more anxious and stressed and I come to blog and I end up droning on and on.
Speaking of html tags ....
Let's see if that works.
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