November 23rd, 2006



Boy. I just don't have any brain left. I've been trying to work on the Chance scripts, or, hell, anything, and just...nothin'. I can't even work up any enthusiasm for total fluff writing, like BtA, or ... anything. Possibly brain-deadedness is compounded by the fact that nobody but me will be disappointed if I don't get the Chance scripts done/reach 400K, but usually that's enough to get me to do something.

Possibly it is also compounded by the fact that, having divided it out, I had a deadline, self-or-outside imposed, every 2.1 weeks for the year of 2006. That might *just* have something to do with the brain dead.

I have to do COYOTE line edits in the first half of next week. I think, however, that besides that, I'm not even going to try to write for the next two weeks. Screw it. My brain needs the down time. I'm going to read, clean the house, do Christmas shopping (oh yay), start going to the gym, and let my poor head recharge. With any luck, I'll start getting the itch to get words on paper again before the year is out, and will make my goals.

-goes to finish loading the dishwasher and read some more of JONATHAN STRANGE-

more Chance :)



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This is going in the mail tomorrow, if I have any say about it. I'll have to get up early to go into Cork and find somewhere to get it printed, then come back out to let Mom and Dad into the house to sit on our big dog while we're gone for the weekend. Possibly it will be less angsty to just go to the con on Saturday and have somebody tell me where a good place to get color prints in Dublin is, and do that during the day Saturday and put it in the mail Monday morning.


(Happy Thanksgiving! O.O)