Orycon was cool. Maybe I’ll write a separate post about that, but right now I’m stressing about how much writing I did at the con. (hint: none.)
Whew. I have somewhere around 30K done on the book (it’s hard to say perfectly, because I still have to transcribe some of the stuff I dictated.) I’m probably about halfway through.
This is all a bit dire, since I only have 15 days left, and one of them is Thanksgiving, and another is me closing on my house and moving, and then there’s all the working in between.
I think I’ve started dreaming about scotch.
In the dream, Rob Ziegler and Bill Shunn point at $1000 bottles of scotch and moths fly out of my wallet. In another one, Eden Robins tells me to just relax and not work so hard … no wait, that was in real life. Damn you, Eden Robins.
I beginning to see a very real possibility of … not being awesome.
Anyway, I’m sitting in a cafe right now, so I’m going to stop writing this and write on my novel instead.