Wow, my head.
So apparently, I've finally managed to discover my own overload point. Revising the fifth book in ten months (seriously, I've averaged finishing one book every two months since January) while prepping for OVFF and trying to wrangle website updates and album pre-orders? That is my overload point. I keep finding myself hitting the end of my to-do lists for the day, going glassy-eyed, and just keeling gently over. Thud.
That is the sound that presently defines my very existence. Thud.
It's actually deeply ironic, in its own sad way; we've been trying for years to find the point where my seemingly boundless keeping-up-with-myself will give out, and now here I've finally found it and I don't actually want it. I have too much to do! I'm still a hundred pages from the end of the end-to-end revision of Late Eclipses of the Sun, which is currently eating my attention to such a degree that both The Mourning Edition and Discount Armageddon are being neglected. (I refuse to even consider the sequels that I have pending for Corey and Clady. If I think about them, I'm going to break down and weep like a little girl.)
So yeah, my cope is pretty low right now. For all of that, I remain disturbingly functional; I'm processing edits, I'm writing clean new text, I'm making changes -- some of them pretty damn major -- and I'm hitting my daily website effort benchmarks. (For example: all songs through May of 2008 are now in the online songbook. All songs through the letter 'J' have been corrected for spelling, accurate descriptions, and including the words I actually sing. It's a little freaky.) It's just the things that aren't on my lists that aren't going all that well. I literally wind up writing things like 'make a not dead post to LJ' on the list, just because I know that means it'll get done.
In closing, be gentle if possible, and I should surface, y'know, soon. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
And now we must rinse.
That is the sound that presently defines my very existence. Thud.
It's actually deeply ironic, in its own sad way; we've been trying for years to find the point where my seemingly boundless keeping-up-with-myself will give out, and now here I've finally found it and I don't actually want it. I have too much to do! I'm still a hundred pages from the end of the end-to-end revision of Late Eclipses of the Sun, which is currently eating my attention to such a degree that both The Mourning Edition and Discount Armageddon are being neglected. (I refuse to even consider the sequels that I have pending for Corey and Clady. If I think about them, I'm going to break down and weep like a little girl.)
So yeah, my cope is pretty low right now. For all of that, I remain disturbingly functional; I'm processing edits, I'm writing clean new text, I'm making changes -- some of them pretty damn major -- and I'm hitting my daily website effort benchmarks. (For example: all songs through May of 2008 are now in the online songbook. All songs through the letter 'J' have been corrected for spelling, accurate descriptions, and including the words I actually sing. It's a little freaky.) It's just the things that aren't on my lists that aren't going all that well. I literally wind up writing things like 'make a not dead post to LJ' on the list, just because I know that means it'll get done.
In closing, be gentle if possible, and I should surface, y'know, soon. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
And now we must rinse.