I made a tactical mistake scheduling all my chores and deadlined things for Sunday, because I am dragging today. I did get a lot of crocheting done, though, because I had to sit around various waiting areas.
I’m going to Archon in a couple of weeks and I’m excited and nervous.
I’m in a kind of frenzy with the book. It’s weird to be working so hard on something that might come to nothing. It’s weird to even think that it might come to nothing. Writing, in general, is a weird thing.
I’ve got to get something decided for October around here. It will be half-assed, though, folks, I can promise you that.
I think this October is going to be weird, in general, but it’s good to open yourself up to weirdness. Still I’m getting nervous about how booked up I am. First weekend is Archon. Second weekend is SFB. Something’s threatening to happen the 17th. I’m running out of nine consecutive unbothered nights. I might just have to block off the 22-30 now and refuse all engagements.