"First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win." - Mahatma Ghandi
I'll leave it to y'all to figure out why I posted this.
It's been a rough couple of days, or maybe it's just getting used to being in the classroom for an extended period of time with an internal audience (i.e. people who have no trouble peppering me with questions), but I'm holding up well. I've been up at 5 the last couple of mornings, in the office by 7, in class from 9 to 6, then being debriefed by the training manager for half an hour or so afterwards. I can't tell if he thinks I'm screwing up or what, but he seems to be pretty easy-going.
I've been working my heart out at this. I'm not sure how it's going to work out for me, but I really can't be worried about that. I know what I'm doing, but maybe I'm just trying too hard. Either that, or I really don't know what I'm doing and I'm finding out the hard way. Whatever. I think I'm just tired.
It doesn't help that I was up until after midnight last night. Last night was the last session of my online class in plotting with Larry Brody. It wasn't as good as the previous sessions, but I learned a lot from the class that I think I can apply to some of my other writing. Like the damn sci-fi story I've been writing one line at a time with someone who will go nameless. Oh, did I say that?