About to head back out to Boston for our society's big Annual Meeting. And when I say big, I mean -- singular event of the year type big. And soon to be my every waking moment, and by every waking moment, I mean all of the moments. I don't think I'm going to sleep on this trip. We'll be staying up late at receptions and events, only to turn back around and get up before dawn to man the booths and tables and answer questions.
I don't think there's a way to mentally prep myself, but I'm trying.
In other news, I feel like I've been so incredibly busy for the last two months; and yet at the same time I feel like I have gotten nothing done due to travel and being ill. Conclusion: I'm stuck in a temporal vortex. Or I need more sleep. Or both. Wouldn't a temporal vortex mean that I could get all the sleep I wanted? Maybe that's only specific kinds.
I'm convinced that Youtuber and oogui-eater Kinoshita Yuka has a temporal vortex in her stomach, to allow her to eat so much. Perhaps I'd get more done if I stopped watching her food videos. ((I won't delve into this dangerous thought process too deeply))
On a positive note, although I've only written two (TWO) measly chapters in my new book, they are very, very good chapters. The beta-reader comments on the first rounds of both were a bit tough, as this is the first time I've written in first person and getting the hook is always hard; but after some revisions and deep thinking, I've gotten them to an exquisite level. I'm pretty happy about that. I just wish I would write *more* chapters. Le Sigh.
I do have vacation coming up at the end of this month, when I will be digging in and catching up on sleep and writing (my goal will be to get two chapters done during that time, which will mean 10 pages a day; I can do that!). And I think I'll do a painting. Not that I have any spare room on any of my walls. I could probably hang another painting in my work office, though.
Hey, maybe I could even start writing chapter 3 tonight. What a crazy idea!
