What a day. What a week. (What a year . . .)
Well, we got through it somehow. Writing Group on Monday, the first phase of our move on Tuesday, along with lots of setbacks and annoyances both large and small. The 'recycling lady' crapping out on Wednesday and Thursday, followed by having to just pay to have the rest of the furniture hauled off just in the nick of time on Thursday afternoon. The board meeting Thursday night, with everything passing, including the latest version of our damn bylaws. And then today's move-in of the new owners, which was something of a circle jerk, but eventually got finished.
I didn't get my budgets done, or even started. But as Sue pointed out, who was it that said Monday was the deadline? I think that was me.
And on the writing front, I promised a Halloween Public Enemies
story, but Charlie already used my haunting of Melvin Purvis idea, and BradyGirl did the death mask thing, so I'm out of ideas. Aside from having Dillinger or Mel suddenly end up a damned vampire (sparkly or not sparkly?), I find my imagination is as catatonic as the rest of me. And I bet the vampire thing's been done, too.
I'm still exhausted and vaguely depressed. Last year I was all excited about my transformation to Sarah Palin, and this year Halloween is pretty much slipping like a wraith past my consciousness. I just have to admit I can't do it all. Today I reached capacity, something that almost never happens.
Well, I've spent the last couple hours catching up here at LJ, commenting to friends and reading some stories. And now I've got to see if I can manage to write anything halfway decent, because I'm taking this weekend OFF (for the first time this month) and WRITING. I've got deadlines (Halloween challenge, NaNo and Writer's Digest
popular fiction awards), and I love deadlines
Even the word itself is perfect, especially on Halloween.
(I'll save my Andre Agassi rant for later. Can't face that now.)