Night time Emails

Fuck. Just when you think you've got a hold of the ball it turns out you were carrying a bag of crap. Two days spent on a 'never-going-to-be-great' article and it turns out it's not great. An email me from my Editor in the night telling me so. And to think I was feeling okay about this one.

Now it will go on like this. Whatever I send, good or bad, will have a limbo period, where I sit clicking refresh on my laptop waiting for the 'all clear' email. I need to sort this out. I thought things were getting better. Did I really take my eye off of things? Maybe I needed more time?

I need a place to work. Not too keen on my new house and I seriously need a desk to organise myself. If I work at the club, where I normally get a lot done, I'll smoke like a bastard and feel miserable soon enough. Maybe when the Editorial office is sorted in the new building? Right now this is important. I need to think of somewhere with no distractions.

Fuck, shit.