I begin to feel like I will never crawl out from under the buried feeling of Albacon.
I'm behind in GA. Horribly behind -- I need to pick a place to put Dara and then PUT her there.
I'm not quite so behind in RoP. I made ALMOST all my posts tonight and if I can maintain my coherence, maybe I can finish that up. But it still has that sort of sense of trudging through molasses, which is what happens when you set something aside for two weeks and then try to find it again.
I'm behind in SSC... not quite so badly, but I'm not sure if I'll answer tonight. Maybe. *fingers crossed*
And I'm staring at my computer trying to figure out where to start and how my "to answer" list got so long. Thinking about Albacon mail I should be sending. The redesign of my site's sidebar. Writing.
Why does it feel so overwhelming? There isn't REALLY any more of it than there was prior to me taking a break and quieting things down prior to Albacon. I just got... lost inside it all somehow. Brain's moving a mile a minute on all kinds of things, and I'm not producing much that involves typing. Not even producing much in the way of hiding in plain site. I'm surprisingly quiet.
Although I suppose this says I'm not. But really, this isn't much.
I should answer things, and check them off my lists. Set up my spreadsheet for NaNo. Outline Dreamwalker. Respond to those game posts.
Find energy. After all, I'm likely to be up a while. Not like I can sleep.
Thing is, if I'm awake, why am I not AWAKE? It'd be nice if I could retain coherence as well.Posted by Deb Atwood at October 13, 2003 10:19 PM | TrackBack