Finally!
I’d been working on a really massive translation project this past month, and I finally got it done last night. If you’re a translator, you know that just one sentence (a pretty confusing one) can eat up as much as a thousand brain cells at one go.
Anyway, it’s done, and I can go back to blogging and content writing.
Not that I’m complaining, though. Translation is my biggest gig, and I actually love it. It’s just tiring and completely consuming.
So what’s up?

I really should be completing my translation project right now, but no, I’m still sitting here typing away. Weird (and irresponsible) but true.
Translation didn’t seem like a viable option for me initially. After all, I didn’t have any of the requisite training that got people into the United Nations or something. I had nothing but a diploma from a Chinese high school to — at the very least — back up my claim that I knew Mandarin.
But like the song of the siren, the call of the …