Sprung*

I work pretty doggedly at restraint. Things seem to go badly for me when I'm not paying close attention to what leaves my head. But I guess I've had the filter on too tight lately.

Last week, I was told that my open-ended contract was closing at this job I like. Too bad, but that's contract work. Sometimes it ends before you're ready.

However, with 3 weeks to go, I cannot seem to muster the giveadamn to do the job anymore. Which is bad.

Except it's turning out to be kind of good. When I had to work on something boringly difficult this afternoon, I snapped and started writing goofy shit.

Which turned out to be not so terrible once I looked at it again. I realized I'd been clamped down, too closed, too careful. It was contributing to making the job boring and difficult, and getting in the way of being able to write better stuff.

My copywriting replacement and I kid about nobody ever saying anything negative at an ad agency -- firings are termed as a freedom to pursue other things. But, you know, it might be.



*"Lockdown" and "lockup" are sort of like flammable and inflammable -- they seem like they should be antonyms, but they ain't.