Saturday, I hauled myself out of town to take a meeting. Â If anything comes of that meeting, y’all will be the third to know. Â Then I came home and was a slug on the sofa. Â Sunday’s been Writers’ Cafe and more work on the cracktastic project, and now all the words I didn’t get written on Saturday. Plus cleaning.
Next three days: write all the words, do all the things. My friend Christine arrives from NYC Wednesday night for a long weekend vacay, Thursday afternoon I abandon her to the cats and apartment and head off for Norwescon, come back on Sunday, spend some more time touristing with Christine before she leaves, then do a presentation for the Seattle Free Lances Tuesday night.
Wednesday morning: I whimper a lot about being totally burnt out.
Sounds like a plan.