Well, it won't. I'm sure I'll continue on just fine.
But it feels like it will explode!!!
When can I get back to walking home from work and doing nothing but write?
I've kept up with my posting schedule for Heart of Fin and Librarian. Barely. The old itch of readers reading but not reviewing is still there, but I suppose you get use to it. I haven't written anything decent this week, and it doesn't look like next week will be much better. I've also told my landlord that I'll be out of this current place by the end of May. Despite my attempts to live simply, I've somehow managed (again) to accumulate stuff. Mostly books, but some notebooks and bits of paper too. So moving is going to be lamprey-level sucky.
On top of that, for some stupid reason, I agreed to do a day's work with adolescents on Saturdays. Well, it's not a stupid reason... I do like working with young people, and this region is desperately in need of more practitioners...
But it's six day work weeks from here on out.
I have the goal of writing something that I think is good enough to query a literary agent with by the end of this year. I'm pretty sure I'll be ok if I can fix up Vert Glace by September. ...but blerg.
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