Welcome everyone to my biannual oh-my-god-I’m-overbooked-and-want-to-die post!
So back in contracts for Bloodshifted days, apparently I couldn’t do math, so I was all, yeah, I’ll turn Deadshifted in on 1/15, and then Bloodshifted on 6/15. Not realizing that that only gave me five months to write it.
One of those months I spent on mental walkabout, which while vital for my brain health, didn’t get any words down on Bloodshifted.
Once I realized my error, I did start hustling, but then I also worked on this other proposal (same editor! so less guilt!) and I still have some polish to do on that, but what it boils down to is that I have roughly 95 days to write — and edit! — the majority of a book, in which I also have four major trips — Viva Las Vegas, Blue Heaven, Nebula Awards, Wiscon — and Passover, and work and real life and OMG.
And oh yeah — Shapeshifted is also coming out between now and then. That too!
I want to curl up and die now. I’m going to start with deep breathing and a nap.
I talked everything out with my husband this morning, and he, as always, is awesomely sympathetic and supportive. (He also believes I can do this, which is huge.) I know I could probably ask for an extension and get it too, although I’d really rather not. If I can just live in a cave for three months and only come out for important things, there’s a chance I can get it all done…I’m going to be brutally stringent with my ‘free time’ though, and probably not see anyone, and also do my best to avoid any schedule flipping that I don’t have to do — no daytime doctor appointments, car services, etc — the more I can stay on one schedule, the easier it’ll be on me.
But OMG. (omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg) So much work to do. So little time to do it!
Okay. I’m going to start with the nap. Which, since I work seven out of the next eight nights, is vital for me to get back over to nightshift now anyways, heh.
*crying, inhaling, exhaling, sleeping*