Friday, October 28, 2005
The Big Push

This is it: now or never, sink or swim, do or die. Over the next three weeks, I'll be cranking out the paper that gets me out of this joint -- and yeah, I can do it, no sweat. All I really want to do right now is hunker down and get this thing over with -- fortunately (at least, it's something of a relief right now), the New York trip is probably off. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that the logistical headache was more than I wanted to deal with this close to my deadline. In the end, though, the New York media community proved predictably indifferent to my cause, and only one person granted me an interview. That interview, of course, will still take place -- it'll just be via telephone and not face-to-face. But it's really not worth schlepping to NYC for a 30-minute interview, y'know? Not unless somebody's paying me... which they're not.

But that's okay. This increases my chances of getting this thing in the bag before Thanksgiving, which would be ideal. Then I can spend the holiday with a weight off my mind and nothing hanging over my head, and then piss off back down home to throw a party. And all that stands between me and happiness is fifty solid pages of writing.
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