May 18th, 2009


I seem to have now officially acquired an inability to relax. My schedule is so overpacked with deadlines and work that any time between tasks is spent planning the next task, all while amped up and inwardly jittering. I can't sit down with a book. I tried to watch a movie the other day and couldn't sit through more than a few moments. I work every night until my eyes swell shut, at which point I retire for a few hours of feverish dreams about MS Word files and phone calls and graphics and events and websites and bill paying. About all I'm good for right now is a few minutes here and there of cat-petting.

I trust I will lose this lifestyle after June. Otherwise my writing career is destined to consist entirely of flash fiction.

In the meantime...

I have to get back to work.