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I am not panicking. I am not panicking. I am not panicking.

Crap, it’s not working.

The story isn’t done. I shouldn’t have gone to the costuming workshop at Morgana’s today, but I didn’t realize that until too late. We also went up for a walk-through of the Black Oak Lodge site with the Head Cook, which is a 1.5-hour drive each way. We got back, went back out to get dinner because we were starving, and when we got back from that, I was already exhausted. I worked on cleaning out the In Box (which must be done before I leave Thursday morning), paid bills (which was on the To Do list for tomorrow, but seemed better to do now), etc. I wanted to get to bed by 10 p.m. so I could get up stupidly early and write before I left for work, but it’s 10 p.m. and I’m so stressed that I’m nauseous. If I go to bed, I’ll just lie there and fret. So, some TV, and then bed. TV and a glass of wine.

So. 3 days of work, with an hour commute each way. 1 chiro appt. 1 story to finish writing by Wednesday at the absolute latest, the earlier the better. 20 short stories to read by Friday noon. 7 novel proposals (50 pp each plus however long the synopses are) and 2 full novels (plus synopses) to read by the following Friday. Guess I won’t be doing as much writing during my planned writer’s retreat as I’d hoped.

Oh yeah, I’m just fine.

Hark, was that the sound of sarcasm dripping?

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Currently Reading: Loren L. Coleman, Double-Blind (Battletech)

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