Hope left yesterday with her Gramma.  They're going to Florida for a WHOLE week!  Won't be back until next Saturday.  I'm already so bored I don't know what to do with myself.

I'm writing you see, because I'm supposed to write copy for our new website at my work.  And I can't write anymore.  I'm not saying I was ever a writer of great consequence, but after four straight years of writing every single day, I was at least used to putting words on paper, so to to speak.

After a full three years of not blogging at all, I can't seem to write anymore.  Nothing comes to mind.

I can't write anything beautiful or descriptive and I spent all my time going, "oh damn...what's that word I'm looking for??"  and then frantically checking dictionary.com for all synonyms for "vista" or "create" or "beautiful."  There aren't that many.  Not really.  Because you have to use words most people will know, not saying people are stupid, but still, using words like, "pulchritudinous" is asking a lot from your average reader.

My boss is cheap and wanted someone already on our very small staff to write copy and since I did some short descriptive sentences for some pretty pictures for a marketing brochure, he volunteered me. 

I didn't put up a fight.  I love to write, and how cool would that totally be???  Writing for money, and it would be fun and I would have an excuse to NOT do the work I don't like doing.  But its HARD!  Much harder than I thought.  Writing for fun is fun.  Writing for work is not fun.  It's like college papers all over again.  I sit and stare at the computer screen (in the former case it was the typewriter) and hope inspiration will come.  I send things to Brian periodically, because I'm the Queen of Overused Commas, and he edits me quite nicely.  Except he's busy, and so I don't think would or could tell me if what I'm writing is GOOD, or just OKAY.  Or sucky.  Which I suspect it is. 

Now I'm totally freaking.  Deadline looms, the 18th, for the first draft.  My boss will do a  complete rewrite on everything and then I'll have to rewrite his writing.  And the whole process will repeat until he finally decides I suck.  I was doing alright until it came to rewriting the bios.  Everyone wrote their own and so the tones are all different and there's no cohesiveness to the information.  But some people have like, NOTHING good to talk about, which is hard, and some people have SO MUCH experience and degrees in the industry, its hard not to write a book!  Try cutting 25 years of experience and 3 degrees down to two short paragraphs.

So I have five days basically, to write the rest of it.  Pressure pressure.  I'll end up pulling all nighters just like in school.  With the end result getting a giant "F" courtesy of the evil English professor (my boss.) 

And with Hope gone for just a while, I can blog.  But I think blogging is actually and excuse to NOT remote into my work computer and work on the website.

Ugh.