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Jan. 7th, 2002 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyLIfe just doesn't make sense sometimes.
I'm working on a project for someone. I've spent the past month (the first third of the time pre deadline) ruminating on the project. What I've been working on is a fantastic Arabian Nights setting.
I've created a central religion (taking elements from Islam, Zoroastrianism, and other fun stuff), worked on a history, created the starts of a society. I submitted a few hundred words of ideas to the managers.
Who, it turns out, have apparently assigned me something ENTIRELY different. Man. They do think I can do the first book, and then expand it into another few. Which is good. I just have a strange feeling like a train that's left the tracks.
Ah, well. In the morning, everything will be okay.
I'm working on a project for someone. I've spent the past month (the first third of the time pre deadline) ruminating on the project. What I've been working on is a fantastic Arabian Nights setting.
I've created a central religion (taking elements from Islam, Zoroastrianism, and other fun stuff), worked on a history, created the starts of a society. I submitted a few hundred words of ideas to the managers.
Who, it turns out, have apparently assigned me something ENTIRELY different. Man. They do think I can do the first book, and then expand it into another few. Which is good. I just have a strange feeling like a train that's left the tracks.
Ah, well. In the morning, everything will be okay.
