Monday, April 05, 2010
I've been pretty stressed out the last 2 days. First, I spent 3 days with my family and all the baggage that entails. I came home to find a rush project from my favorite client.
I had no context for the project and the outline I got made no sense. The client and I were supposed to chat about it yesterday so I could hunker down and work. Did I mention the deadline is start of business in the UK on Wednesday of this week?
While I waited for her call, I worked on some other of her stuff. When I hadn't heard from her by 6, I turned my attention to my own writing.
When I went to bed, I knocked over a water glass twice. Then, this morning, I knocked over the same water glass when I was taking a pill. The water glass has been in the same place since I moved here 10 years ago.
This morning, I sent the client an email with the times I was available to speak. (I was not letting lack of forward planning interrupt my workout schedule.)
She rang 10 minutes before I was leaving for pilates. She explained she hadn't called the day before 'cause she had no idea what was necessary and couldn't contact anyone in London. I reminded her that today was a public holiday there and I doubted anyone was working.
She then sent an email to myself and the UK sales rep, trying to set up a call. I sent an email to him suggesting that I simply outline my questions. That worked fine and I finally had context and understood who my audience was.
After pilates, I spilled a glass of water and a cup of tea all over my desk.
I was telling a friend this while we seated our way through the treadmill so we could go to the weight room. She commented that I never had that type of stress reaction when we ran a local booksale, which was extremely stressful.
It was then it hit me, I knock over water when I feel I have no control. I am writing about something I'm not qualified to handle, with an impossible deadline and a client who doesn't understand the requirements.
So, am I working all night?
I had promised myself to get going on my novel. It's 7pm, time to eat and then immerse myself in something I can control.