Busy Beaver
I know it's been like forEVAH since I have posted, and I apolgize. I am glad that the rest of you have been chipping in. Here's the thing: until recently I didn't have any looming deadlines so I was bored at work, with the whole day stretching ahead of me and nothing to keep my mind off the nerve-wracking kitchen renovation we were undergoing, and the trials and tribulations of doing IVF. Add to that the fact that Kim wasn't responding to my emails, and voila! I created a blog. And started a novel. And fantasized constantly about starting my own law practice where I could sit around and be bored on my own time and not get paid for it.
Then, suddenly, IVF was over for a while (sadly), the construction neared its climax and needed all sorts of attention toward the end, and the deadline I feared is finally upon me: my pre-trial brief for the case I have been working on solidly, almost exclusively, for a year and a half is due next week, along with various other submissions.
It's anybody's guess as to why I always have to wait until about two weeks prior to a deadline to really kick into gear -- I'm sure Kim would have taken advantage of her downtime the past several weeks and would already have it written by now -- but it is my modus operandi: seemingly innate, fixed, unchangeable. And anyway, I like it this way. The adrenaline of being behind the eight ball is exciting, and it makes the idea of writing a 25 to 50 page brief about contract interpretation seem, well, fun. And when you get down to it, any strategy that can make this exercise fun is a keeper, right?
Alas, my blog is suffering and my novel has fallen by the wayside (at least until next November), but the thrill of a deadline has made me much happier. Come to think of it, if you all gave me deadlines I would probably write more.
Anyway, I have no choice but to write here more because Kim's new fancy email system at the public defender's office keeps rejecting my emails. Day after day I write a little essay on my life and try to craft insightful questions about hers,, and day after day it gets bumped back to me. So far, the only one to go through had in the subject line, "I am a personal friend, dammit!" But the system hasn't fallen for that trick twice. Now, I wonder why this is a problem. Could it be that the system thinks I am some sort of hooligan, a prankster, a computer scammer? Or could it be that the PD office has an exceptionally tight security system?
Then, suddenly, IVF was over for a while (sadly), the construction neared its climax and needed all sorts of attention toward the end, and the deadline I feared is finally upon me: my pre-trial brief for the case I have been working on solidly, almost exclusively, for a year and a half is due next week, along with various other submissions.
It's anybody's guess as to why I always have to wait until about two weeks prior to a deadline to really kick into gear -- I'm sure Kim would have taken advantage of her downtime the past several weeks and would already have it written by now -- but it is my modus operandi: seemingly innate, fixed, unchangeable. And anyway, I like it this way. The adrenaline of being behind the eight ball is exciting, and it makes the idea of writing a 25 to 50 page brief about contract interpretation seem, well, fun. And when you get down to it, any strategy that can make this exercise fun is a keeper, right?
Alas, my blog is suffering and my novel has fallen by the wayside (at least until next November), but the thrill of a deadline has made me much happier. Come to think of it, if you all gave me deadlines I would probably write more.
Anyway, I have no choice but to write here more because Kim's new fancy email system at the public defender's office keeps rejecting my emails. Day after day I write a little essay on my life and try to craft insightful questions about hers,, and day after day it gets bumped back to me. So far, the only one to go through had in the subject line, "I am a personal friend, dammit!" But the system hasn't fallen for that trick twice. Now, I wonder why this is a problem. Could it be that the system thinks I am some sort of hooligan, a prankster, a computer scammer? Or could it be that the PD office has an exceptionally tight security system?
posted by Chase at 11:54 AM
3 Comments:
Why do you wait until the last minute to write a draft due in 2 hours??? Please, any one who is any whom, that has spent anytime with our family, especially at dinner, knows that all of us have been brought up "accustomed" to being in COMPLETE crisis mode. Simply put…if we didn't have drama, what would we have? It is where we are MOST comfortable.
So be it!
Welcome back, start ranting will ya!
Oh...don't I know it! Drama is such a huge part of my life. I don't know what I would do with myself if things were "normal"! I am pretty sure that I create my own drama! Wouldn't it be nice to live a quiet, simple life? NAH!
In fact, I did write your trial brief while I was in Florida. Didn't you get the attachment?
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