I have an insane amount of work to do before Sunday night, all of it requiring a great deal of creative output. I'm already so far behind on the deadlines, I think I'm going to be up until the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us so I can get it all done.
I told Anne earlier today, "I don't mind any of this. I'm incredibly grateful that I can earn a living doing all of this stuff … but I am nearing physical and mental exhaustion, so anything I do between now and Monday is likely to have a certain, um, Bug Powder sensibility about it. I've never wanted to crank out widgets, but right now it would be a lot easier to turn my mind off and just do that."
I thought for a second.
"Man, I am really glad I don't have to do that."
It's not all bad, though. My office is currently warm in every sense of the word because:
- I'm drinking a pot of genmaicha green tea.
- The setting sun is streaming golden rays the color of my tea through my office window.
- The air is filled with the scent of a fig candle I absolutely love.
- I'm listening to Chill Out! from Instinct ambient.
I don't envy the task my editors have in front of them, but at least I'm going to enjoy the process of getting The Madness into their hands.