January 21, 2004
DEADLINE
My body is wiped out.
I have to force myself out of bed each morning.
(why can't mornings just be skipped?)
I have to force myself to draw near to God in just spending a few minutes in His Word. I need His strength, but it's easy to ignore that need and just "put it off" until more time opens up. Just when I need it the most, my ugly self wants to forget about it.
Man, the multi-tasking is going crazy! I'm writing reviews, laying them out in the page layout software, being careful not to write too much for the space on the page. The phone rings with a customer service call. I don't have to "put on a smile for the call," because I am truly happy and grateful for our readers and their loyalty and excitement level. Then the phone rings again. Then I get an email from someone that requires action -- could be advertising or could be about a story. Then I'm checking in with those around me. We have a new intern here from the University of Texas, named Colin Hobbs. He can crank out the album reviews faster than you can say, "There's Carson Daly." This is not an exhaustive list of what even happened in one half hour yesterday, but it gets the point across.
Ready now?
"Oh, Doug! You poor thing!"
Ha ha ha ha
Oh well, a blog is a blog.
Today one of the things I'm going to try to pull off is listening to and reviewing albums while listening in to a conference call board meeting for a music distro company called FAVE. I definitely won't be able to spin tunes during that time, huh?
Tonight might be the "sleep is a luxury we don't have" night. I brought a blanket to the office to maybe steal a catnap sometime during the midnight hours when the brain waves seem to be driving in one of those school zones. You don't want to get a ticket or hit any children, but most of your impulse is to go faster, but you can't.
After Thursday night, it should be our printer that has the job and I collapse in a heap of exhaustion, while David hops on a plane to spend a weekend with Underoath for our next "Road" cover story.
