Today was one of the most productive days work-wise in a long while. Last night was when I was supposed to have completed something, that never works out and this morning I had to rush to cover up. And one thing led to another, I forgot about everything outside my editor and the shell, and just like that it was 3.30. And I'd done an effing tonne of work, with more planned for tomorrow.
The shit part about my job is you never have a clear idea of what your day job is, what your days will be like. Some days you can go heads down and bash some amazing work of art, other days...or weeks/months, you're waiting for other people to clear up something, or trying to convince yourself that the work assigned to you is worth doing and really they're not going to change plans on if they want to go with the other option, effectively erasing the three months of hard work you put in. Which has happened to me by the way, many many times.
This time around though it was clean. And I felt like a builder, who's spent years honing his craft, putting the final touches into the masterpiece of his life. At the end of the day, chef's kiss, mwaaah!
Plus, I also got my personal journal written, all hundred words of it. Happy times.
At this rate I'll get back to 500/1k words a day very soon.
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