Back On The Bike V
Sunday, August 7, 2011 5:24:16 PM
I have been working today. Yeah, I know it is Sunday, and I am not supposed to be working, but it is not real work, like building something or digging holes. It was just a little writing. Not worth mentioning, really.
Only seven pages, 3197 words, based on three interviews. First one was 45 minutes, next one was 35 minutes, both via telephone. The last one was personal, face to face, on location, 2 hours and 56 minutes. A total of 256 minutes. Plus the hours I spent writing today, from around 8.00 this morning to 5.00 in the afternoon, minus 90 minutes lunch break (smoke breaks not included).
So, job's done, and I sent the whole thing to the chief editor just half an hour ago. I promised him that he would have it 'on desk' Monday morning. He is supposed to read it, erase half of it and tell me to rewrite the rest. I am prepared for that. We have five weeks to adjust and complete before they start the press.
I am quite satisfied. Not the best piece I have done ever, but acceptable, given the fact that I have not written actual journalism for almost seven years. I have been writing and also publishing but not in the area of journalism.
It feels good. I actually expected my inner drama queen to jump up today, after having finished, but that did not happen. I am talking about the feeling of not having done your best, being the worst ever, a useless and stupid person and complaining and whining and making life miserable for everyone around. I have been there before.
Not this time, though.
The actual Danish title doesn't really translate, but it goes something like 'The Engine That Couldn't'. It's a quote from the interview with Lars, and it sums up what most stress patients experience. I might change it to 'Divorcing Your Job' to emphasize that it is about burning out on the job, in a world where you are supposed to be in love with working and have a perverted sort of addictive relationsship with your job.
It'll make you sick, you know. Seriously.
Not this engine, though. Not this time anyway.