Okay...Monday morning, Sarah M is on and I'm already shitting myself with how much I have to do. I'm running around like a headless chook, looking at one project, semi panic....run to the next, semi panic...not settling on one thing to get out of the way.
I was thinking about the book offer and how much time they originally gave me to write it. They have taken so damn long to get the contract in the mail that I'm now severaly limited and am wondering at my sanity to even consider writing it with all the other commitments I have.
Why do I do this??!!!! Do I need this stress???!!!!
Okay...calm down. Concentrate on the first thing, set a time, get it done. Crap...that means email. LOL...I swear I remember a time when email used to excite me. Wouldn't it be nice to just shoot the breeze with someone via email rather than give endless advice or deal with some supplier.
C writes every day still...I write back, but I swear the woman has some serious problems and her emails tire me...confuse me. How she expects me to feel the same after all that has happened is beyond me. How she can expect to say words to seduce me and have me running like a drooling mess is also beyond me. Maybe once I would have...maybe on the right day I still might....but as time goes on, I doubt it. I know she'll want to when we meet again...not because she is dying to make love from just mearly seeing me, but also as a test to her own value...some twisted way to wipe the slate clean and feel good about herself again. What a fucking mess all that is.
Alright...bugger this for a joke...far too negative...let Sarah do her stuff...time to make some ground here.
STM