If I survive to see Halloween, someone pat me on the back, ok? A deadly gauntlet lies ahead. That little emotional breakdown in June is going to look like picnic time in comparison. Let’s break it down, shall we?
Let’s talk about the good thing first, yeah? The thing that’s all happy and vacation-y, that if it wasn’t taking place during the month of Apocalypse would be excellent. Next Thursday I go to Disney World for five days. It’s the Food and Wine Festival at Epcot. A long weekend of stuffing my face and drinking myself silly is great, sure, but it’s five days when I won’t be doing all the things that I already don’t have time for. Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited. I need a vacation. Just the timing, is all.
Because the real Horseman of the Apocalypse is that I’m replacing this bad boy with a whole new website. Yes, that’s right, I’m going to be utterly, totally and completely rewriting the Cultural Trust’s website from scratch. In a month. In one month. By myself. With a vacation shoved into the middle of it. I’ve done a great job of pretending it isn’t coming, but now it’s here – like, it’s here today – and it’s time to start hacking. God help me.
Throw in that zombie 5k run the weekend after I get back from Disney (the one I didn’t bother to train for yesterday because I was too much of a mopey-face to want to do anything) plus the idiotic idea that I could host a Halloween party the weekend after that and the whole mess starts to look…unmanageable.
I’ve also got a short story I was supposed to have finished for a friend at the end of last month, and I had this fantasy where I start real work on my next novel (so I’d have more than one thing for which to get rejection letters, you see), but who the heck knows what’s going to happen there. If I make it through the month without totally losing it, I’ll consider it a win. Well, no. If I make it through the month, don’t get fired, don’t break down, survive the flights to and from Disney, don’t fracture an ankle at the Zombie 5k, and get my house cleaned for that stupid party I’m hosting, THEN I’ll consider it a win.