The words go on forever and the madness never ends...

Just when you think you've seen it all, someone comes up with a topper.

I don't ever think I've seen anyone vertically space lines of text in MS Word by inserting a series of paragraph marks one point high!

And as a result, the translator sits there and spends a really awkward several minutes wondering why—upon starting a translation—the format of the text goes to Hades directly and without any foreplay at all.

Cheers...

All's well that amounts to 4,000 words in a day...

I will leave the despeckling until tomorrow morning, because this particular job will need it!

In other news, I made the huge, horrific mistake of reading LJ friend joeymichaels's entry for this week's LJ Idol. Now, besides the usual burden of consciously avoiding writing anything of my own that remotely resembles it, I am saddled the added baggage of overcoming that nagging voice that insists one will fall way short of coming up with anything as good.

One thing I've noticed over the past couple of weeks is how I've started to focus hard—indeed, perhaps too much—on making the prompt the central idea of whatever I write, and while this kind of result certainly has nothing wrong with it, the approach runs the risk of my unnecessarily restricting my possibilities. Worse, as my effort becomes more concentrated, I run the risk of trying so hard that I derail myself and success becomes impossible.

It has been a long day, salted rather liberally with long moments of frustration. It's time to lighten up.

Cheers...