Dear God am I about to get busy.
I apparently lack the ability to see past a certain point when I’m queueing up stuff, ’cause I’ve got like, 4 major projects that all start racing downhill in October. That’s a really, terribly not good thing. I saw this coming about a week ago and started getting scared. I’ve done this to myself before, and it rarely ends well.
And I made this decision I’m going to regret. I’m going to get through it. All of it. Even if it leaves me with fatigue fueled pnuemonia. A couple of years ago I decided I would write a novel length thing for the web, on a three-time-a-week deadline. I got through it and came out with the ability to write a novel and have it not suck. Now I need a new skill. I need to come home every day and get through a part of the pile of crap waiting for me.
Procrastination is my most familliar personal demon. I doubt I’ll ever stake the jerk through the heart, but perhaps I can learn to evade him a little better. We’ll see.
I go on vacation Saturday. When I get back, it begins. We’ll see if I can make it through.